Chronic Ama

Three days of exercise and watching what I eat down... This shit is cake. What isn't cake is a cat that hates the new puppy and two kids that don't leave the poor puppy alone. I'm tired of trying to make everyone get along. I'm lonely right now and a little sad, but I'll get over it. Or maybe I'll run away. I need a vacation from everything. A nice pool. Some room service. A massage. Sleep. Haha! Yeah, right. Suck it up buttercup. Nurse your knotty muscle and your sore ass cheek (Lupron number three hurt like hell), get some sleep and do it all over again tomorrow. Fine.

Will power is not about refusing dessert for me. I don't deny my indulgences, but portion them instead. Will power was not running tonight and sticking to the doc's advice of taking it slow. But, gawd, my bones ached to run with each step I took. It was so beautiful outside and I craved the wind in my hair. Slow is the name of the game. I'm going to get better and keep my body in check. No more emergency rooms. No more pain. Well,  unless it's the pain the Day after a good work out. Two days of exercise and watching what I eat down. It's cake! I got this! What isn't so easy.... Puppy baths

Day One of getting back into the game. Eating right, exercise, moving forward. Started a round of toridol for pain and inflammation, since after two Lupron injections, I still took a trip to the ER. Third injection is on Tuesday, which is also the last day to take the toridol. Monday, I'll also be making an appointment with a pain management doctor to see what they can do to help. I am more than over pain killers! I'm looking forward to a trip to San Diego in September. It's already booked! It's going to be fabulous! Anyhow, let's see how long I can move forward without tripping on my shoe laces. Who's with me?

Let's see if this blogger app is still a complete fail....