2001
| March 28, 2001 Nothing like getting on a scale at the doctor's office - where your son is gaining weight at the rate of 5 lbs a week - and finding that you were right. You've gained 30 lbs.! You knew this, of course, Because all your sexy new underwear no longer fits and you are back to the baggy stuff that, thank God!, you had not yet thrown away. Pack rats unite! And then you make a promise - the boy will be in the gym with you three times a week because he's gaining from laying about and sitting about and not doing what he can to get better. And his tendons need streatching. And he needs practice walking without that starboard list. You start by making him walk all the way out to the car. It is parked in the back of the hospital underground parking lot - right next to your favorite pole - the one whose paint still decorates your rear fender. "Mom! You're close to this pole....." Just didn't say how close - I was on it before he spoke because 1 inch is not close - it's more of a "Hey! Mom! You're hitting the pole!" type of situation. Revenge. Walk, boy! I went back on Medifast with a vengence. I will go back to 3 times a week at the gym - instead of the once a week I fell down to - varied by twice a week if I could squeeze it in. I leg-lifted 250 lbs this last Sunday. I am not helpless. But I was upset because with a 110-lbs assist I was having trouble on the dipper. DUH! Because I was lifting 30 lbs. more than when I had started! So I use 130lb assist now - which means I lift 10 lbs more than before - with ease! I am strong. Not too shabby for someone pushing 60 so hard it's about to fall over. So I got up this morning, with good intensions, and found the box of Medifast on the counter was empty..... And I couldn't find another one! Wait - did I move the carton? How long since that last order? Didn't that just go by in the tax file? (Hey! I file EVERYTHING!) Don't I have another box of the snack bars? The emergency "I don't have water to mix with this" supply? After a witch hunt all over the house and garage - well, I was cleaning the family room prior to starting taxes - I discovered that I am ---- OUT! It's like tampons however. I have 1-2 envelopes in my purse. I have some in my briefcase (my rolling suitcase). I have envelopes at work. I don't think I have any in the glove compartment of the car. In fact, I need to replace the tampon I had stuck in there. But......It only takes three days for an order to get here. And I found the last box of bars. And a partial box of mix in the cupboard with the vitamins. Correction - where the vitamins belong. With so many presecriptions - his and mine - the bottles have taken over the kitchen counter. Time to get rid of dishes and clear medicine space. Because he's on progesterone now. And I have three more prescriptions. Of course, the shortness of breath is what it was the last time I had it - not just stress - I grew out of my bra. And the upset stomach - I grew out of my shorts. Loose clothes folks! For a few weeks anyway. Comfort. Then speed. Perhaps his eating a full bag of popcorn at night is too much. Maybe the airpopper is needed now. Maybe it's time for 6" sandwiches instead of 12" - Subway and Togo's both. Or restraint. God forbid that we use restraint when eating! Or mother needs to sneak more than a handful of popcorn. Of course Mother shouldn't have any. And I should not drink wine - except the doctor ordered it. And grape juice has just as many calories. And is not as much fun. Need to finish the truffles - well, you certainly did not expect me to throw them out! Not after all the trouble of finding them! And women require DARK chocolate at least once a month. medical science says so. And not fake chocolate either! The real stuff! However, I don't want my son back to 245 lbs and he's headed right up there. Trouble is, he's taking me right along with him. |
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