30 year high school reunion

I have just passed my 14 month surgiversary and am looking forward to yet another milestone. My thirtieth year away from high school! OMG! 30 years! REALLY!? I remember when just being thirty seemed old. I remember thinking my parents were extremely OLD at 48 (the year I graduated). Now, I am 48 and can't even imagine feeling the age I THOUGHT my parents were at that time. Time is a cruel reality. A friend and I have been joking that we can't believe we went to school with all these "old" people. Yet, another friend says that the old man that shaves every morning in his mirror is not the man he is.... well, looks like I have good company.

I've been battling the old eating habits as I have been reassured happens. My friend, confidant, and bariatric nurse Kathy has assured me that it is normal but to keep fighting those demons. It is hard on the old brain that just because the scale goes up it doesn't mean fat. Mark and I walked last night and of course the scale was a little higher this morning. Logically, I understand the muscle mass concept...emotionally, not so much.

I've been SO extremely busy running around getting our business off the ground. Running here and there getting this reunion together and running as fast as I can go in the general rat race we call life. If I ever slow down I'm sure the weight will start to creep back on so I'm determined to NEVER slow up. The energy I have is off the charts. Although there are still days I want a coca-cola so bad my mouth waters, I am reminded of how bad they really made me feel. I can't encourage people enough to wean themselves from sodas if at all possible. (This includes diet ones!) There are days that I want not one more drop of water, tea, or kool-aide and the only thing that seems to soothe my mind is a coke. Thankfully, I say a little prayer and ask for strength. I'm thankful that my God understands my weaknesses and bears those loads for me when I let Him have them. If only I were that compliant with the rest of my worries.

I am still amazed at the friends that show so much support for me. Their prayers and kind, encouraging words seem to buoy me on days that I need that extra lift. I've been singing at the Methodist church on Sunday mornings before heading out to Salem. It has assuredly been blessing me more than anyone else. I was reminded that I have a talent that I needn't squander. I am surprisingly not nervous either! Stage fright was ALWAYS there and I was waiting on it this time but it has stayed away.

If you are reading this today I want to say thanks. Thanks for caring enough to wonder what is going on in my little world. Or, thanks for being nosy and giving someone else a break! LOL Have a beautiful day and a wonderfully exciting weekend!