Ready To Finish
Friday, March 11, 2011
7 months ago shortly after my lost blog, life went completely downhill. Long story short, I ended up in a deep depression (I have issues in winter to start with as I am barely ever outside), our oldest disowned us, which turned out to be just me cause I took over "his" room as my soap workroom, and to this day we still haven't spoken. I had some bloodwork done, numbers according to the doctor were just a smidgen high, but he wasn't concerned supposedly. And found out my husband was putting on an act of being supportive - he didn't want me to be overweight, but he didn't like the changes that were coming with me getting healthy, so he started to sabotage with arguments and foods.
So here I sit today. I have come to a place of understanding that I can live with that I may never speak to my son again. But as long as he doesn't stop talking and seeing his siblings that's okay. The husband and I are trying to work through things. He agrees he has to change his mindset and stop living and dredging up the past. We aren't the same people we were 20 years ago. And he needs to get active and stop letting life pass him by.
Last week I got a call from the Dr.'s office, he wants me back in for more blood work. So Monday I go in for that and I'll have the results on the Wednesday.
That phone call was the low point. I know why the tests, family history of diabetes. And I've had symptoms but didn't say anything, just tried to ignore them when I could. I know I need to change things, if I'm not diabetic I'm border lining it.
Other things that have happened over the last few months: I slipped and fell in the tub, had a nice black eye from hitting the toilet. Three months later, the week before my birthday, I slipped on the stairs outside after the husband and younger son had shoveled off the roof and lets just say I'm still healing. We were going to the high school for free family gym night, and we still went. My son has friends that go and their parents and we all play different sports together. Sadly my daughter and I are the only females there. Next day I could barely move and even today almost 4 weeks later, if I sit too long or wrong or push on it just right it still hurts. I think these once a week trips out to have fun and exercise with others has been helping me get back into the groove. Even the husband comes with us when he's home.
I think I will leave it at that for now. I have to get laundry and soap cupcakes made before we have dinner and head to the gym tonight for family night.