Missed two days....sometimes life explodes around you

I was on a roll..working out, feeling good...taking control. This is my destiny and my journey and I'm the only one who can derail me.

Then, I got the call....."Velma, you need to come home and bring Dad to the hospital, he's got a hernia and he needs surgery." So....I rush home, pick up dad and drive back into Portland. I stayed at the hospital, in his room until 9pm. The doctor told me what they"suspected" was wrong and what the treatment would most likely be. But, because Dad has COPD and a whole host of health problems even the littlest surgeries become big and dangerous. I left the hospital Thursday night fully expecting to return Friday morning with him in surgery.

It's now Saturday, still no surgery. In short....they don't know what is wrong with him! I missed the gym yesterday as I spent 7 hours at the hospital anxiously waiting for results from test after test after test. We've gone from an intestinal blockage, to salmonella poisoning, to a pulled lumbar muscle, to a hernia, to a blockage and now....to who knows what....stressful to say the least.

I haven't been to the gym today either and I really don't want to go. I want quiet reflection and alone time. Perhaps I will go out and sweep the driveway...it's still exercise and good, hard exercise at that....stay tuned dear reader! This will only be a small derailment, I promise.

Day....I lost count!

OK Dear Reader, I know it's been nearly a week since my last blog. But seriously, I've been busy. OK...maybe not extremely busy, but still. Last Friday was day 10 and my half day at work. I left work and promptly went to the gym even though I didn't want to. It was tough!!! The first 10 minutes were brutal and I considered getting off the treadmill after 15 minutes. Instead, I changed the channel on the television, and got back on the treadmill and finished my 30 minute work out.

The rest of the weekend was my birthday weekend!!! Thirty seven years have gone by since I was born...funny how that seemed old when I was 10. As usual, I spent some of my time reflecting...but the best part of the weekend was the absolutely gorgeous day on Saturday, my birthday! I got to sun, swim, and lounge in the lake. I sat on the porch with loved ones, soaked up some rays and enjoyed some wine. I didn't care what I ate...all I cared is that I enjoyed my day...and I did.

Monday morning came and I couldn't wake up in the morning...so, I didn't go to the gym. BUT, I did bring my gym clothes so that I could stop in after work. Boy was that tough. I was driving home and the sleepies were creeping in. I came to my turnoff and I really, really wanted to keep going. But......I turned and grudgingly went into the gym...and did my full work out. My legs hurt, my arms hurt, my back hurt....but....I felt good!!!

I got home all calmed down and spent. And I slept ok that night. So, this week, I've gone to the gym every day after work. I've concentrated on making good food choices...no matter how difficult, but I'm trying...and that's the important thing.

Last night, I finally broke down and measured myself...not a fun (or easy task) imagine this obese woman trying to wrap a measuring tape around her body and trying to read it! I really should have a web cam following my life. ;-)