I have finally done what I said I would NEVER do. RUN.... "what?!" you say? Yes, Minnie ran! I'm in awe of that short little sentence myself. Never in a million years would I think my name would be linked with a sentence that had run in it. Unless, of course, it was talking about a run in my pantyhose or my nose on any given day.
Back in the day, (you know, WAY BACK) I dated a runner. He was (and still is) an avid, excellent, award winning runner. He loves running. He runs, I'm sure, everyday. I've seen pictures on facebook. After all these years, that boy is STILL running. I'm sure he has put in more miles than Forest Gump. Me, on the other hand, couldn't even add up all the running I've done from childhood til now and make it to the end of the street. Well, maybe the end of the street but that's pushing it. I would run/walk the little "fun" runs whenever he would enter a race but I found nothing FUN about it.
My sister has been doing Run For God for over a year now. My next door neighbor has just had her third child and she is starting Run For God. I had the pleasure of working with my daughter on the Run for Ringgold. Now she wants me to run the warrior dash with her. I've had one of our radiologist encourage/challenge me to run. What's with all this running? Are they giving away money at the end of "the run"? Maybe giving away nonfattening coca colas? That's the only two things I can think of worth running for.
Everyone I spoken with that runs tell me it is an escape. You can escape the world for however long you run. While I would love to escape, I hope someone in that world is watching because when I fall out I need someone to be there to pick my old skinny butt up and get me out of the road! Escapism is kind of like alcoholism isn't it? You drink to escape....you run to escape.... just saying. Some people drink because they enjoy it and some people run because they enjoy it..... hmmm. When you sober up the problems you were trying to escape from are still there and when I run and get back to the house, those bills are still waiting to be paid. I've escaped NOTHING! See...doesn't sound to appealing does it?
Yet, I have excepted the challenge. "Try it" I'm told, "give it a chance" they say, "it is great cardio" per the exercise physiologist, "get a partner" says an avid runner, "put in your ipod" the doc says. OK! OK! OK! I'm trying it. I'm giving it the old college try. I'm pumping up the old heart. I've got a partner (and a good one I might add). The only thing I haven't done is put in the ipod. I'm too busy talking to my partner. I'm going to save that suggestion for when I am alone and trying to push through.
The last two days have been little jaunts around the neighborhood. It is about 1/2 mile give or take a step or two. My buddy has added ankle weights and tried to shorten his stride. There is nothing we can do about the 31 years age difference but he hasn't left my side! We walk a little and run a little. All told we have probably ran at least half the distance of the 'hood. Yesterday there was some soreness but not anything that would stop a girl. Today... this old body is thinking 109# is as good as 200# on these thighs! It also sounds like I'm going to be on my own this evening when I get home so I am trying to pump up my psyche. I'm not going to let some cold, windy weather, sore thighs and no partner stop me now. After all, who gives up after only two days? NOT ME! No sir...I'm gonna do this if it kills me. It might, but I'm going down swinging!
So, if you happen to be in my neighborhood about nine tonight, circle around and make sure I make it home. It's the least a friend could do....the most you could do...park the car and RUN with me!
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
A day in the life....my CRAZY life
Let me begin by saying... I have become my mother! I can not "sleep in". Sleeping in is sleeping til 8a.m. and that's pushing it. Needless to say, my days start early.
I have been reading other's blogs, especially the fellow sleeve sisters'. I am so thankful, in the big ole world out there, there are others going through their lives just like me. I'm thankful for seeing their pictures and recognizing those skinny faces and collar bones while the waist and hips are needing work. Anyone that has had bariatric surgery will tell you, it starts at the top of your head and works its way to the tips of your toes. Thus why everyone sees such a change so fast. It also is a great motivator when you, yourself, see it in the mirror as your face slims and those collars appear.
I have prided myself in my clavicles for months now. I love them! I stare at them in the mirror. While my face is slimmer I don't like staring at it because it sure looks old! LOL Just a little glance further south and there they sit, one on each side, sticking out for the world to see. They are the perfect specimen for anyone that needs to comp an x ray for school (my x ray buddies understand this). I am afraid one day I will wake up and they will have retreated back into a layer of fat never to be seen again. But, I wake up each morning and there they are, as if saying "Good Morning!" So, as I dressed this morning to go see the cardiologist I decided to "play up" my assets. The good ole collarbones.
Now, let me remind those of you who don't know. I have worked for this cardiologist before. I respect him so much because I have seen his work first hand. As far as a man, I've always thought he was a fairly good catch. He was going through a divorce when I worked for him and I made it a point to tell him what a good country wife could do for him:) Needless to say, he likes high maintenance (read between the lines...THIN) women.
The first appointment was with my father and this cardiologist. As we are walking toward the office, here comes doc down the hall. He smiles and we speak. It isn't until he shakes my father's hand and turns to do a double take at me that he realizes who I am! It was really funny, as it is when anyone does it...it happens.... ALOT. The look on people's faces and the words they can not find as they stammer is something that never gets old because I find it so humorous.
My father's appointment goes well as we sit together in the exam room and then we move on to the next appointment...ME. The nurse gets me ready and enter the doc. He comes in saying "WOW! Can you believe this?!" He, of course, is talking about my wondrous lab numbers. They have dropped significantly since my last visit and the conversation turns to the advantages of the weight loss. We are discussing how people treat you differently as a fat person and never really know "who" you are inside the fat. He compliments my personality and says "You are smoking hot!!" It was all I could do not to burst out laughing with an "I told you so" attitude. While we are both married now, it is still a great feeling knowing that he has in fact seen the person that he knew was in there. Anytime you work closely with a doctor as I did with him, there are personal thoughts that you share with them. You get to know them personally. So to hear those words come from his mouth, it was truly a compliment.
It reminds me of Dr Perez when my daughter was born. Everyone was coming in telling me how beautiful she was. I was upset because while I knew she was beautiful to me, I was afraid she was one of "those" ugly babies. Dr Perez pulled no punches. He came in and I knew he would say something tactful if she were ugly. What he said was "Tammie, she is the most beautiful baby in the nursery!" I started crying because it was at that moment that I knew, it wasn't just a mother's love that made her beautiful. She was a cutie! It has been 19 years, I still feel that way and I have never forgotten his words.
Words are powerful. I can not remember the person that said it, although it was probably one of those Shakespeare things..."the pen is mightier than the sword". The pen that writes those words that can cut but can also uplift. Mighty are those words. I ask anyone reading this to take the time to think before you speak. Someone, somewhere, like me, may be giddy with just the right words. What a way to make some one's day.
I have been reading other's blogs, especially the fellow sleeve sisters'. I am so thankful, in the big ole world out there, there are others going through their lives just like me. I'm thankful for seeing their pictures and recognizing those skinny faces and collar bones while the waist and hips are needing work. Anyone that has had bariatric surgery will tell you, it starts at the top of your head and works its way to the tips of your toes. Thus why everyone sees such a change so fast. It also is a great motivator when you, yourself, see it in the mirror as your face slims and those collars appear.
I have prided myself in my clavicles for months now. I love them! I stare at them in the mirror. While my face is slimmer I don't like staring at it because it sure looks old! LOL Just a little glance further south and there they sit, one on each side, sticking out for the world to see. They are the perfect specimen for anyone that needs to comp an x ray for school (my x ray buddies understand this). I am afraid one day I will wake up and they will have retreated back into a layer of fat never to be seen again. But, I wake up each morning and there they are, as if saying "Good Morning!" So, as I dressed this morning to go see the cardiologist I decided to "play up" my assets. The good ole collarbones.
Now, let me remind those of you who don't know. I have worked for this cardiologist before. I respect him so much because I have seen his work first hand. As far as a man, I've always thought he was a fairly good catch. He was going through a divorce when I worked for him and I made it a point to tell him what a good country wife could do for him:) Needless to say, he likes high maintenance (read between the lines...THIN) women.
The first appointment was with my father and this cardiologist. As we are walking toward the office, here comes doc down the hall. He smiles and we speak. It isn't until he shakes my father's hand and turns to do a double take at me that he realizes who I am! It was really funny, as it is when anyone does it...it happens.... ALOT. The look on people's faces and the words they can not find as they stammer is something that never gets old because I find it so humorous.
My father's appointment goes well as we sit together in the exam room and then we move on to the next appointment...ME. The nurse gets me ready and enter the doc. He comes in saying "WOW! Can you believe this?!" He, of course, is talking about my wondrous lab numbers. They have dropped significantly since my last visit and the conversation turns to the advantages of the weight loss. We are discussing how people treat you differently as a fat person and never really know "who" you are inside the fat. He compliments my personality and says "You are smoking hot!!" It was all I could do not to burst out laughing with an "I told you so" attitude. While we are both married now, it is still a great feeling knowing that he has in fact seen the person that he knew was in there. Anytime you work closely with a doctor as I did with him, there are personal thoughts that you share with them. You get to know them personally. So to hear those words come from his mouth, it was truly a compliment.
It reminds me of Dr Perez when my daughter was born. Everyone was coming in telling me how beautiful she was. I was upset because while I knew she was beautiful to me, I was afraid she was one of "those" ugly babies. Dr Perez pulled no punches. He came in and I knew he would say something tactful if she were ugly. What he said was "Tammie, she is the most beautiful baby in the nursery!" I started crying because it was at that moment that I knew, it wasn't just a mother's love that made her beautiful. She was a cutie! It has been 19 years, I still feel that way and I have never forgotten his words.
Words are powerful. I can not remember the person that said it, although it was probably one of those Shakespeare things..."the pen is mightier than the sword". The pen that writes those words that can cut but can also uplift. Mighty are those words. I ask anyone reading this to take the time to think before you speak. Someone, somewhere, like me, may be giddy with just the right words. What a way to make some one's day.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
The World According to Eggface
As I started my journey into the weightloss world one website constantly came up in our support meetings, www.theworld accordingtoeggface.com. Strange name, I know, but this website is the BEST! The owner of this website has tried and true recipes and ideas for all of us in the bariatric world.
Being the southern girl I am there are ALOT of things on her site that I've never even heard of, but some sound delicious. I think I'm gonna have to get her to try a few "southern" recipes. She is having a contest and if you even remotely have an interest you need to check her out at <a href="http://theworldaccordingtoeggface.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/favabean/Lolatini/buttoncleangrad.png" /></a>
Good night world!
Minnie
Being the southern girl I am there are ALOT of things on her site that I've never even heard of, but some sound delicious. I think I'm gonna have to get her to try a few "southern" recipes. She is having a contest and if you even remotely have an interest you need to check her out at <a href="http://theworldaccordingtoeggface.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v467/favabean/Lolatini/buttoncleangrad.png" /></a>
Good night world!
Minnie
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