Thread: April's Journal

good job april... man.... when my daughter#1 was a teen i cried or didnt sleep for 4 years..*L*.. (ha! i can laugh NOW..:-( but back then it was a bloody NIGHTMARE!) and actually my three kids were actually good kids..
anywho... great that you were able to get past the emotional eating ... and ^5 on the 211 weigh in!

By the way how did the Sunday weigh in go with you and John? Tell us the scoop!

It went great. I weighed in at 212.5, and he weighed in at 239. He's 6'4" and his goal is to weigh 200. I'm 5'9" and my goal is 180. Today I weighed in at 211, and he weighed 235.5.

I hate him. I truly, truly hate him.

He's lost 3.5 pounds in 3 days, and I've lost 1.5 pounds in the same amount of time.

We leave for New York in the morning. We'll be back Tuesday night, and we'll weigh Wednesday morning. I'm going to win this contest. I'm not going to eat off plan during vacation. His birthday is Monday and his Mom already told me that she's making him a chocolate cake for his birthday. I know him well, and he'll eat some of it because he loves chocolate (who doesn't???).

But, truth be told, he'll probably end up losing more than I do during vacation simply because he's a male.

I'll report back on Wednesday morning. I'll try to get online a few times while at John's folk's house, but no promises.

'Til then.......

I hope you are having a good time April
Miss seeing you around here !

I'm back, Donna. I got back Tuesday night. It was an enjoyable time. Our group was 59 in number. I met and re-met people I've only met once or twice before. I cried when I left. The whole experience was bittersweet, actually.

Bitter in that I envy not having had ample opportunity to have known many of the wonderful people who have already died.

Sweet in that I can now count myself as one of them (not the dead...the living).

*sigh*

The second generation Reinhardts have comprised a core team who are coming up with WebSite ideas. John and I are part of that team. He is arranging to buy the name for the site, and yours truly gets to make the entire site. I'm so excited about it, I can hardly sit still.

I sent an e-mail today to our 14-year-old son, Philip. I asked if he would like to be part of the entire process. I explained to him that someday his father and I would be just like the geriatric people we spent time with during our vacation. They passed the mantel on to us and left it up to us to continue with the family reunions and keeping in touch with new family members. I told him that before he knew it, the mantel would be passed to him and since he will be in on the ground floor of our WebSite and all that entails, he will be amply prepared to carry on and pass it along to his children and their children. He agreed.

And life goes on....

Got up at 5:30am yesterday, went to work, worked 'til noon, rushed home, picked up Ben and John, drove 247 miles to Cleveland, and dropped Ben off to join the other 249 members of the Ohio Wrestling Team. They are headed for Fargo, ND and will come back on the 28th. John and I then drove two more blocks to see Lake Erie because I've never seen it (or an ocean) before. It was huge. Decided we'd better head home since it was 7:20pm, stopped at the first Bob Evans we saw to have dinner and celebrate our first wedding anniversary (we met for the first time in a Bob Evans), then drove the rest of the way home and finally crashed into the bed at 1:20am after paying the babysitter and sending her home.

It was a wonderful anniversary. I got to spend 5 hours alone in a vehicle with my husband. That's the most time we've spent alone together in the entire year we've been married. No joke. He works 3rd shift and I work 1st shift, so when he's sleeping, I'm at work, and vice-versa.

I am still dragging today. Very tired and have had a tremendous headache all day.

Mom and Dad are flying in from Arizona tomorrow. They are spending a few days with my brother in Indiana, and then will be with us Thursday through Sunday.

Got up at 5:30am and went walking from 5:55am 'til 6:30am. Felt great.

I was super dizzy at work yesterday morning and couldn'figure out why. LeRoy, who is diabetic, gave me a cup of orange juice and told me to drink it. At that point, I was ready to do anything to stop the dizziness, so I drank it.

It didn't help.

I ate lunch and some of the dizziness went away. About 3:00pm I got up from my desk and went out into the plant and this sudden urge came over me to just walk. So, I walked for about ten minutes, at a brisk clip, and didn't stop. The dizziness subsided a bit more.

It didn't completely stop until after I ate dinner. We went to the Olive Garden for Philp's 15th birthday, and after eating the chicken, no more dizziness.

How seriously decided I need more consistent exercise in my life, so I began this morning. No time like the present. I always felt better when I walked each day. I told John last night that there will always be something for me to do, but that I only have one life, and one shot at this, and that my needs are important, and that I just need to DO IT.

He completely agreed. So nice to have support on the homefront.

Wow. Time flies. Hadn't realized that it'd been so long since I posted a journal entry.

This walking is really paying off. I am able to walk uphill now without breathing hard. My legs feel great. No more pain. Have lost 5.5 pounds. I could smack myself for not taking my measurements when I started walking so that I could compare. Oh, WELL.

Glad it rained here yesterday. We needed it badly. The grass looked brown. Glad I didn't mow last weekend, else my grass would be burnt like everyone else's around here. I've taken great pains in making the front lawn look great, so it is MY grass. Abby was in the front yard the other day with a plastic bat and a wiffle ball, hitting the ball like you would a golf ball. I told her that if she made a divot in my grass that she was gonna get it. LOL!

School starts Wednesday. Philip and Ben will both be in high school now. Ben's in 12th grade and Philip's in 10th grade. I told Ben that he WILL drive himself as well as his brother to school each morning and that I better not look out the window at 6:35am and see Philip running down the street after him yelling: "Wait for meeeeee, you IDIOT!" I told him that car keys CAN be taken away for stunts such as that. We'll see how this pans out.

Time to get off my duff and get started. I have much to do this weekend: mow front and back lawns, weed eat, hem Abby's new school pants, organize all of John's ex-wife's STUFF in the garage into one central location, and then do the same with the stuff she has stowed in our basement.

That last item may take about a month. Seriously. There's lots of stuff.

Onward.......

I'm sitting here doing this instead of doing what I dread...cleaning that damn basement.

It's not even MY stuff. It's not OUR stuff, even. That's why I dread it, I suppose. It's John's ex-wife's stuff and there's tons of it.

*sigh*

I did the laundry and got the weedeater out and did the front yard and sidewalks. Cooked breakfast, did dishes, cleaned the kitchen, swept the floor, took Abby to Meijer to buy some Legos.

Anything to keep from going to that basement.

But, I suppose it's time to amble to the basement right now. I didn't go walking this morning because I knew that there would be LOTS of walking up and down the dang basement stairs for me today, taking her stuff from the basement to the garage....to add to the pile o'stuff of hers out there.

Guess I gotta go do it. Dang. I really dread this.

Half of the basement got cleaned Sunday. I'll wait 'til this weekend to do the rest. Maybe.

I overdid it this past weekend and kind of had a breakdown of sorts. Too much physical activity and not enough rest, and certainly no "me" time, had me feeling used, neglected, and taken for granted. By Sunday night, my system totally shut down.

I did not go walking Monday morning. I had been walking each morning for 11 days, but I couldn't go. I could barely drag myself out of bed to go to work. At work, I did something I've never done. I laid my head down on my desk and just sat that way for a long, long time. My entire body ached from all of the walking, sweeping, yard work, basement cleaning, laundry, et cetera ad infinitim. I went home Monday night and crawled into the bed and stayed there. I cared not whether the kids were fed or what else may or may have not been going on in the house. I just knew I needed rest. I fell alseep about 7:00pm and did not wake up until 6:15am the next morning.

Tuesday I felt loads better physically. Just working on a lot of emotional stuff just now. I've been cheat-free for 15 days now, and that's good. But there's other things going on in my life and I'm sick of being taken for granted and I'm going to have to just do something about it.

I feel a change in the air.......

act on that change in the air....
*thinking good thoughts and sending them your way..*
you sound like you NEED a breath of FRESH AIR...

Kim - thanks for stopping by.

Abby (10-year-old) has been running a 100-degree+ temperature for two days running. Yesterday was the first day of school and I wouldn't let her go. She was upset, but, OH WELL. I got home from work last night and her temp was 101.5, so I took her to the Urgent Care. Turns out she has a bladder infection. Also, the doc was concerned because her ketone levels were so high, so she wanted to draw blood.

When that statement was uttered, I was horrified because I knew what we were in for, and Abby was beginning to hyperventilate at the mere thought.

So, two nurses, two separate "sticks", and me holding her writhing, screaming body to the examination table later, they didn't get as much blood as they wanted for the CBC. Her blood started clotting and they just couldn't get enough.

Finally, by 8:00pm, I was back home after filling her prescription of Bactrim, and by 8:50pm I finally got to change out of my work clothes and cook something to eat for John, and then I did the dishes. Getting the medicine down Abby's throat was no easy feat. I cut the pill (a HORSE pill) in half, but she promptly gagged and threw it up. So, after much cursing at her aloud and in my head, I ground the damn pill up and placed it inside a scoop of ice cream and spoon-fed it to her. She didn't wanna take the children's liquid Ibuprofen for the fever because it tastes "icky", so I got come chewable grape pills for her to chew. By the second pill, she was crying and moaning about the taste of those, and I finally just told her to eat the damn things. Because she weighs 124 pounds (!!!!), she hasta have five of those things at once.

Well, this morning was a carbon copy of last night with me trying to get her meds down her. I wasn't in any mood for messing around and told her so. I crushed all five fever pills with the end of a hammer, along with the Bactrim, and put them in a scoop of sherbet ice cream, and spoon-fed it to her this morning at 6:55am under much protest. She would only allow me to put tiny little bites of the ice cream in her mouth. This, from a girl who can down four scoops of ice cream in five minutes!

John called me at work this morning to tell me that the doctor from the Urgent Care called to tell us that they didn't get enough blood for the CBC (DUH!...already knew that!). Then they called back a few hours later to say that they are concerned that her sodium levels are elevated.

I told John not to worry about it and that I'd find a doctor close to home within our insurance network, and I'd take her to a "real" doctor instead of Apoo's wife at the Urgent Care.

Not looking forward to going home tonight and forcing more meds down the beastly 10-year-old and then taking Philip to his guitar lesson and then another night going by without me being able to eat dinner.

My head aches so badly.

Anyway....this is my life lately. Not my kids, but I'm the one who hasta be the bad guy and take care of the whole shebang.

I'm very tired.....

PS: Went to the doctor today to have my blood drawn. Hafta go back Monday morning to discuss the results. Whatever. A new rule of theirs. Today maske 16 days that I'm cheat-free. A record. That's gotta be a record for me.

Dayam - life just really sucks these days for ya! I hope it starts getting better. Kids and husbands - such babies when they're sick.
my DH hasn't seen a doctor in over 15 years. thank god he is healthy - at least as far as we know. I'm trying to get him to finally go see one - he'll be 49 in 2 weeks - so somewhere between that and #50 - I will get him to a doctor for a physical.

Originally Posted by April

...I'd find a doctor close to home within our insurance network, and I'd take her to a "real" doctor instead of Apoo's wife at the Urgent Care.

april, sorry you are having to deal w/ so much.
what does apoo's wife mean?

Sorry about the Apoo comment. I was referring to Apoo who is the clerk at the local convenience store on the Simpson's TV show.

Again...probably a slur and shouldn't have said it.