I’m still very tired, even though I spent some time out of commission. I got some good rest and was on some excellent drugs, but now it’s back to real life. I’d only recently finally started trying some minor fat burners to lose some weight, but sadly I’m back to taking only what the doctor prescribes. I’m also doing some low-impact physical therapy that is supposed to help me get back into action. So, I’m definitely getting my exercise, though not exactly the kind that is fun and inspires me to keep at it.
On a lighter note, I’ve lost some weight in the last couple of weeks and managed to quit smoking. This is good news, yes? I have lost my golden brown hue that comes with being outdoors in the spring and early summer. I can’t get outside as much as I want and there’s probably no way I’m going to get into the lake again this summer. Grump and I aren’t planning any outdoor activities over the next few weeks (just to be on the safe side) and are just playing everything by ear. It’s amazing to me that he’s actually taking my physical condition into consideration right now as usually he just poo-poos me when I’m feeling down. I think, though, that he’s come to a serious realization about the brevity of life and he wants to appreciate that time with me. About time, yes? But a little stifling. Hopefully I’ll start getting a little color back and will be able to buy some new clothes to go along with my new look.
I’ve also taken up painting again. Mags and I are doing our own art using things found in our yard. She painted a huge sandstone rock that bordered one of my (weed infested) flower beds. It’s absolutely ugly, but I love it and had it varnished. Why not? She’s 5 and she was so intent on making that rock beautiful no matter what. It will be something I treasure forever, no doubt. Pee Wee was never very artistic as far as painting and drawing are concerned (she’s a musical child) so I’ve never had that kind of interaction to such extent that I had with Mags and her rock. And so I’ve decided to foster that in her. Big and Small Lots has some canvasses on sale (smaller ones) and I’m going to go buy a bunch of them so that Mags can create something and I can finally have some wall hangings. I’ll love it.
That’s not guaranteeing that Grump will love it. He doesn’t like anything with personality, but that’s ok. It’s our house too and he’ll just have to learn to live with it. The last few weeks have shown me that I can’t let him control so much of my life anymore. That includes what kind of artwork hangs in my house (and all these years I’ve put up with his collection his favorite band’s memorabilia). Things are definitely going to change a lot more around here. Especially when I get back into the full swing of things, am feeling and looking better, and feel like fighting. It’ll be tons of fun, I’m sure. More art, music and fun will be had. I’ll be able to do my work at home without interruption and my husband will learn that our lives don’t revolve around him like he wants.
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I’m still very tired, even though I spent some time out of commission. I got some good rest and was on some excellent drugs, but now it’s back to real life. I’d only recently finally started trying some minor fat burners to lose some weight, but sadly I’m back to taking only what the doctor prescribes. I’m also doing some low-impact physical therapy that is supposed to help me get back into action. So, I’m definitely getting my exercise, though not exactly the kind that is fun and inspires me to keep at it.
On a lighter note, I’ve lost some weight in the last couple of weeks and managed to quit smoking. This is good news, yes? I have lost my golden brown hue that comes with being outdoors in the spring and early summer. I can’t get outside as much as I want and there’s probably no way I’m going to get into the lake again this summer. Grump and I aren’t planning any outdoor activities over the next few weeks (just to be on the safe side) and are just playing everything by ear. It’s amazing to me that he’s actually taking my physical condition into consideration right now as usually he just poo-poos me when I’m feeling down. I think, though, that he’s come to a serious realization about the brevity of life and he wants to appreciate that time with me. About time, yes? But a little stifling. Hopefully I’ll start getting a little color back and will be able to buy some new clothes to go along with my new look.
I’ve also taken up painting again. Mags and I are doing our own art using things found in our yard. She painted a huge sandstone rock that bordered one of my (weed infested) flower beds. It’s absolutely ugly, but I love it and had it varnished. Why not? She’s 5 and she was so intent on making that rock beautiful no matter what. It will be something I treasure forever, no doubt. Pee Wee was never very artistic as far as painting and drawing are concerned (she’s a musical child) so I’ve never had that kind of interaction to such extent that I had with Mags and her rock. And so I’ve decided to foster that in her. Big and Small Lots has some canvasses on sale (smaller ones) and I’m going to go buy a bunch of them so that Mags can create something and I can finally have some wall hangings. I’ll love it.
That’s not guaranteeing that Grump will love it. He doesn’t like anything with personality, but that’s ok. It’s our house too and he’ll just have to learn to live with it. The last few weeks have shown me that I can’t let him control so much of my life anymore. That includes what kind of artwork hangs in my house (and all these years I’ve put up with his collection his favorite band’s memorabilia). Things are definitely going to change a lot more around here. Especially when I get back into the full swing of things, am feeling and looking better, and feel like fighting. It’ll be tons of fun, I’m sure. More art, music and fun will be had. I’ll be able to do my work at home without interruption and my husband will learn that our lives don’t revolve around him like he wants.
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