So...almost a year ago I had to have surgery. Nothing that most would consider "serious." Girl stuff. Where you sit stuff. Stupid stuff. I've been told that I will have to have another in a couple of years. Don't know why they didn't just take it out when they were in there. Stupid medical community. Not like I'm having anymore kids. I've already got four and I'm 44. Stupid. Doctors.
Anyways, that's not really what this post is supposed to be about.
Due to said stupid surgery, I gained 10 pounds. I laid around. I did nothing. I. Did. Nothing. How long does it take to recover from a surgery that went well coupled with a difficult recovery...reacting to the medicine...throwing up...pulled stitches...bruising...disgusting.
My point is it has been a year. Almost a whole year and what do I do? I weigh 10 pounds more. I lay around (nap every day), I do nothing.
I had this self-relization while washing my hair at 3:15 in the afternoon today so that I will look presentable enough to pick Runner up from track practice. So that I won't look disgusting for when Spartan comes home. Now I know that I battle mild depression, but this is absolutely ridiculious! Enough is enough! Enough. I. Say.
So, what does this have to do with you? Nothing really. I am sort of using you as my sounding board. My motivator. My supervisor as it were. Starting Monday, I am going to post for five days exactly what I do (or don't do). I'm hoping it will be a form of shock therapy to jolt me out of my lethargy.