Saturday, February 14, 2009

Metta Prayer

Metta Prayer

May all beings be peaceful
May all beings be happy
May all beings be safe
May all beings awaken to the light of their true nature
May all beings be free

An old college friend taught that prayer this morning.  I am grateful for the gift.

Ok so docs say as follows:
OBGYN  says  ALL NORMAL but we will do sonogram to be sure and to figure out what is causing pain in lower abdomen. But no fibroid as reported to me by docs reading MRI.
ORTHOPEDIC Surgeon says no torn glutous medius, just plain old sciatica.

PHEW to both. I feel weak since the cancer. I feel physically weak in a way I have never felt before. My muscles are tired, my bones are tired. 

But I believe that I am doing the right thing by slowly adding exercise, by riding the bike have gone from five to eight minutes. I believe I am doing the right thing by going to MFit and recording everything I eat. So far so good with that. Still doing it. It helps and I am wearing the pedometer. I feel good about this. I had a horrible moment earlier this week. Caught myself in a mirror at the docs. omg I look horrible. so very very fat and tired and sad. I am going to change. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Back in the saddle

OK so I fell off. I went and got some but less than usual. And got right back on my routine.  I felt bad, but tried to get over it quick and get back to my new routine. 

My sugars are lower. Much lower. I went to my class Monday night and I was able to turn in a seven day food journal. The class took a walk around the parking lot. I was the slowest and last to complete, and the fitness instructor walked with me which was v nice and supportive of her. I tried not to be too embarrassed as the last one back.

What they (at Mfit in the classes) keep saying is that a winning plan must be workable and live able. And I am finding this one to be so. I have not worked in the exercise and remain undecided about joining a gym. I hate gyms. They remind me of my inadequacies. Of girls in gym class more athletic than me. More talented. And I think I am the fattest and people  look at me and say inside their own heads.. that's why I'm here so i don't get FAT LIKE HER. In class on Monday we talked about obstacles to working out. And I actually talked about being too self conscious.

Today I see an obgyn and tomorrow an orthopedic surgeon. I hope they can help me with pain, which will make exercise less prohibitive.


Friday, February 6, 2009

Friday Frustration

I am fighting with myself today. I want to call W.... and get some herb. Go sit with her and get high. Maybe eat some bad Chinese food. Listen to music, work on Kate's memory box. I don't want to smoke all of it if I buy. That is what I always say. Only going to smoke some and then give the rest to M......Often I smoke it all. And that causes me to binge eat. It is a viscous cycle.

My eating is healthier.
I rode the exercise bike 3 x this week.
I have written down my food intake every day sine 1/30/2009
I feel better.

So why am I jonesin?

I think I want to reward myself for a week of good work. I am thinking I deserve it. I have earned it. I am thinking that if I want it I should be able to have it. That sounds like a little kid. SO is it my little kid that wants to get high?

Thursday, February 5, 2009

One step Two steps Three steps

I am writing down what I eat. I have gotten on the exercise bike twice for a total of ten minutes.  I continue to take my meds and monitor my sugar. I cry every day. I research PTSD on-line.  I am inspired by an old friend Bernice. I reconnected with her on FB recently. She moved from cold grey Buffalo to sunny warm LA in Ca. She quit drinking, smoking, and started running and lost 100 pounds. She has health challenges, but is going to school full time, and tutors homeless children. She inspires me.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

I did

I wrote down everything I ate yesterday and I took my medications for diabetes and etc., all of them when I was supposed to. I am supposed to feel good about that. Maybe after some time I will.