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....

After two percocets, the pain in my back is still so intense, I'm on the couch wide awake. There is absolutely no position I can get comfortable in. To top it off, my stomach has also been so upset that all I've had today is a yogurt and a sandwich. My stomach is growling, but the thought of food is making me nauseated. Just gotta keep sucking it up here. I've actually considered going to the ER just for better pain meds, but I am too exhausted to actually follow through. It's just me and my crazy thoughts tonight. I'm wondering who actually reads this shit. And if you do, who actually cares? If you're up to it, leave a comment here. I haven't had one of those in ages on this blog. It's OK, you can just keep scrolling now....

RAfter reading again and again on my news feed about getting back in shape, I'm wondering how many of you have followed through.. Or fallen through? I'm not quite work out ready yet and after bed rest and surgery recovery, I'm holding at 155 pounds. Yesterday my work out consisted of cleaning the bathroom, popping a Percocet and then finishing laundry. As much as I wanted to go walking today, I opted to detail my car and clean out Mark's car. Two birds, one stone. Burned about the same amount of calories and I feel accomplished. Protein shake for lunch! Let's see what tomorrow brings since now Friday is my new ETA to get an appointment with my doctor. Oh yay, waiting game fun times.

I'm officially on leave from work until I can start these stupid injections and get back to feeling better. I was supposed to hear back from the doctor's office last week, but I called them Thursday morning and Friday morning and haven't heard anything back. Ok, so it was technically a holiday weekend. I left another message this morning. I just feel like I'm racing against a timer now and the longer everyone drags this out, the less time I have to feel better. Does that make any sense? It sort of does, but nothing makes sense to me lately.  I feel fucking useless. I can't work right now because I miss more days than I actually work. I can't really start exercising again because about 3 hours into my day, the pain starts. When I start getting stabbing pains, if I don't take a pain killer right away, then the pain just gets worse and worse. I already feel like my family is sick of me and being in pain doesn't help things. This morning I'v