Happy Birthday to Me

2000

I turned 58 yesterday.
My kids forgot. My mother reminded me in a long e-mail about how much trouble she had giving birth to me.
Two women at work did not forget - I got a basket of flowers (pink roses and white carnations) with a get well and a happy birthday balloon.
My 18 year old practiced punching the balloons. I practiced trying to record this on Polaroid.
The cats tried to eat the flowers.
I put them in a stew pot and stuck them up on the ironing board.
I had nothing I wanted to get. I have nothing I need.
You see, I bought myself Victoria Secret black silk pajamas and a black short robe right after Christmas.
I bought a pink top and printed pink bottom silk pajamas.
I bought green pajamas from Sears and a burned out velvet green robe (long).
I wear these to and from the doctors and the hospital. I even have matching slippers.
My real present I gave to myself - my breast reduction surgery.
My 18 year old worries (he's not too much of a caregiver - but he will rescue me if I am in trouble and pat me on the head if I am whining from the pain pills.)
My about-to-be-24 year old ferries me back and forth to the doctor and the hospital.
I buy him coffee. Sometimes I buy him gas. This last trip I put the big child (my youngest) into the back seat of the Tacoma (sideways, crushed) and dragged him with us. We all had coffee. We all went shopping for my sports bras - the ones I bought before were pull-on - the doctor wants snap-in-back.
A friend set a screenplay for me to read, and a handbook I may help with.
Another has a story up on the web I will read.
I have 10 novels in my room, dozens more in the bookshelves. I am behind in my reading.
My friend also sent Sees candy - two small bars and 3 lollipops. I had five I bought for Christmas. Sugar comas are good to have.
My diet is off-track. My exercise is limited.
But the drains are now out (ick) and I am still in Ace bandages. But I can shower tomorrow.
I can start short walks. I can wear a sports bra (one that fastens).
I can drive a little bit Saturday (my son goes to work). If he gets his learner's permit Friday, he can drive to and from work. Practice. College starts soon.
We register him tomorrow.
I have the sutures out but styptic tape on (stays there). The doctor says I am doing well.
I will not be back at work next week - but I will go in on Wednesday and do the e-mail and pick up the computer - rather - I will get someone to put the system in the car and my son to take it out. I have a 5lb-weight limit.
I can work at home since I am writing a web-based seminar. I am allowed to sit up and type - but not to get tired - I am ordered to nap. Often.
Well - now I have a sugar coma going on - chocolate on top of the lemon pie filling and whipped cream.
(Can we tell I am not feeling good about things and running back to the eating disorder?)
Naughty. Naughty.
And here I need to be good.
I ate my way back to a 34" waist - needs to be 31".
I spent time getting a size 40" snap-in-back sport bra today - lo and behold, I measure a 36" band and about 39" full up (reached 44" before)
I hope they fit else I will exchange them! I thought since I was in a 42 body suit that I needed a 40-42 bra. -But I think I was comfortable in the 42 body suit because the damn stomach is too big - back to the diet folks! The doctor has ideas about that after I recover (the metal mesh precludes liposuction). Leg lifts, Medifast (seriously followed) and workday walks are what I need.
I did some leg lifts today - will start the 180 lift program tomorrow (20 front, side, crossover and back, each leg, plus knee crossovers) These work for me.
Not over 5lb. for the arms. Good I have 2lb weights on hand. Start there and slowly work back up. The weight machine starts at 10lbs so I can't get on that yet. And no stretching. I am not healed that much yet. Certain sutures stay in place until we are sure the thing has healed (the incision is deep).
Yep. It's time to behave.
As soon as I finish the other chocolate bar!
(Actually, the Duchess of York says one day a month - fall off the truck. Behave the rest of the time. Right now, with the holidays and its leftovers, I behave one day a month.)
I am about to get 300dpi artwork for the cover and poster for Jettison.
Oh wow. Now that's a diet goal. Get a smile from Troy!
I need a poster mounted on my bedroom and kitchen walls so I can behave myself.
(Fabio, you see, hugs me fat or not. This is not a motivation.)
My dieting is the only way I can help my 18 year old lose 20 lbs.
Guess I'd better start the final round on the final artwork for the cover and poster and ads for Jettison.
Deadlines are coming.
And this book is to die for!