Saturday, February 02, 2013
I was pretty sure that with my daughter fixing tuna casserole twice this week and me eating sandwiches most of the week, that I would not have lost anything, but yippee! I lost a pound.
To some that might not be anything, but to me that is one pound closer to being healthier.
I have initiated a friend, my daughter, and my daughter in law to go walking with me, it will be hard since my ankle keeps bothering me, but I am going to make sure I wear my ankle brace all day every day, even with shorts. Fashion be darned... I am determined. We will be walking to the trail, and I may not even make it all the way around at first, but I have benches to sit on when I get tired.
I am going to take it slow and easy and not push it, if I could twitch my nose and have all this weight gone, I would, but would that make me healthier?? I think not.
Sometimes I wish the weight would go as quickly as it came, but I am realistic. Not gonna happen.
I am trying to stay upbeat at least when people are around, but I still feel like I am dieing on the inside, it has been a month since he left, and our anniversary is the 14th, I am still trying to get used to him being gone, as if an empty bed is not reminder enough, I was watching a show that we always watche together and turned to his chair to say something to him about the show. Yeah that hurt, but at least I didn't go running for something to eat in my depression, but I have never been one to do that.