See - its been a week.
I've avoided the situation for a few days. I'm marvelously skilled at avoiding it. First, I can just put it right out of my mind - if only I could put all the other issues in my life out of my mind like this one. The world would be a better place. Second, I make appointments to visit exercise establishments and then cancel them with Very Good Reasons. Third, - I can't think of a third tactic that I've used, but - I promise you, I've used many.
I have been able to continue taking ALL the meds. The TB meds are finally winding down. I'm left with the 50,000 IU of Vitamin D, a baby aspirin and a thyroid medication that VSD wants me to try. Somehow, I've managed to turn even these small acts into a major cross. "I have to take these an HOUR before I eat anything. Woe is me. Inconceivable."
I just thought of a third tactic - Third, I blame my kids. #3 bakes every day. I'm not exaggerating. It is his passion and love. He would rather bake than use his media time. He bakes sweets. He's 8 and bakes better than I do. He is below the 5th percentile for his weight and eats more than I do. He's inherited his father's metabolism. Good for him. #1 often elbows her way to the stove and rivals #3 for "best baker" title. I'm grateful that she's started to take an interest in cooking. But still. Third, My kids are to blame. I like that one a lot.
A wise friend, a dear friend, a friend with a previously unrevealed penchant for sadism, gave me a simple suggestion last night. She suggested that I limit my beverage intake -specifically coffee and tea. "Just make one, small, simple change" she said - and then put my coffee on the block.
Oh Sara, how could you? I thought you loved me.
(deep cleansing breath)
OK. I will try limiting to one AM cup of coffee, one PM cup of tea and water the rest of the time.
I'll let you know.
If you see me dragging around like an old dog who just lost her best friend, say something uplifting... I'll need it.
