My husband and I spent this weekend in Aberdeen, cleaning and packing and generally getting our little house ready for sale. We spent all day there on Sunday, and then most of the day there yesterday. The house is really coming alone - we've finished up the kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom, and the hall closet, and will still have both bedrooms, the basement and the shed to go. I really thought my food intake was in the trash this weekend, and I couldn't get to Spark until today to log things, but I did manage to track with pen and paper Sunday and Monday, and when I input it, it wasn't so bad.
I also tracked those cleaning minutes, because it was non-stop hard labor man.
I also had a doctor's appointment yesterday, and we spoke about my slow rise in blood sugars (which really isn't horrible, but higher than I'd like) and the addition of 30 pounds since my hysterectomy. He said I'm under stress.
He recommended a few books to read, increased my anti-anxiety meds, put me back on metformin
and said he'd see me in two months. He said the stress can not only account for my weight gain and higher blood sugars, but also my back pain and arthritis flair ups. I know he's right. But doing something about it is harder than it seems. I mean, I'm dealing daily with anxiety as a result of the cancer DX, my hubby's job search, and worrying that both hubby and my Mom will enter a steal cage match during the days I'm at work. Thankfully he's only alone with her two days a week now. My mom is a great mom, but she's harsh and critical of people, and takes a lot of things out on my hubby. I just don't know how to talk to her about it - I mean, she is giving us free room and board.
Oh, and I'm sad because my little house went up on the market yesterday. My first house, my first home with my husband. I'm sad to see it go. I hope someone loves it as much as we do.