I am NOT an old timer, I am not a overly experienced sleever, but I feel successful, and despite a world of challenges, I feel good about THIS part of life.... let me explain....
Like all of us I struggled with weight, studied this surgery 47 ways to Sunday, and decided to have it done in the best way for ME.
I am a CPA, I own a large firm, 15 employees, timing was a big deal to me, I was self pay in US Hospital, $18K, money was not the issue, timing was. So I had surgery 12/22, right before tax season, I was assured I could hit the ground in January and be okay.
A few days after surgery, I was okay. Sure, first few days sucked. Its is major surgery. Could not expect less.
Then the weight fell off. For a while. Then the stalls hit, for a while.
Then tax season really started cranking, 14 hour days, 9.5 days a week, I managed.
Then two weeks before tax season ended, Dad has to go to Vanderbilt Psych ward, been fighting dementia and paranoia, forth time in such a place. Week later Mom goes into local hospital, stroke, bleeding ulcer, blood sugar at 600, calls me and when I get there fights me calling an ambulance. Go figure. My family stuff not so good, I am like the kid who is trying to fight genetics and culture to break out.
So for the last month I been going 15 hours a day. Two younger brothers, one god one, one bad one, good one and I working to get parents in a better spot, bad one getting day pass from rehab (spent 80% of his adult life in prison or jail) and manipulating situation to steal from parents. Get them in rehab, get them to doc apts, get them in assisted living, get them moved, fight them not liking never being able to move home again, get mom to wound care, fight Dad hating nursing home were we have to park him while we try to get mom healthy enough to be his caregiver again, fight youngest brother playing emotional card everywhere and happens to be co-dependent with mom on his emotional behaviors.
In this, I am trying to run a $2mm/year professional services company that is growing at 30% a year. One key player out with heart attack, one out with stroke, my personal assistant's (work wife) mom get infection in jaw bone and spends a week in Vanderbilt ICU (Vanderbilt is 2 hours a way) over a bad dental visit. Another key player has this issues, then that issues, my rock solid team is having health issues like no one could ever imagine....
So guess what, I am not that worries about my stalls.....
Some how during all this, another 20 lbs down.
I am going to the assisted living and eating meals with parents frequently.... eat protein first... always a choice, salad or cottage cheese and fruit first. I make a good choice. Meal comes, I make a wise choice. I drink protein shake for breakfast. I get cravings for something sweet, I get 3 or 4 peanut M&M's. yal, I am cheating, screw anyone who criticizes me. In fact, I might do it twice a day.
I have ignored doctors orders, ignored paying attention, blown off all this stuff with exception of a very few basic rules:
Work out daily, I need the stress relief
Drink a LOT of water, I get 120 oz a day, I think I burn a lot of calories running to bathroom
Eat protein first
Make smart choices
Take vitamins
That is it, its all I am doing, had fried catfish today for lunch, its what assisted living cooked and I needed to have lunch with parents to get nurses there set up to change dressing on mom's toe. And I put on size 33" pants today. Yep they are to tight, I am not there yet, 34" are a BIT loose, but I'll get there.
So if you want to whine about your stall, get the fk over it, and get on about your life. This too shall pass. Life is to short to whine about unimportant stuff. Right now, I am celebrating I can take off a size 36" pair of Levis with them buttons by just sliding them off my not so fat ass.
And that, is enough for me to celebrate today.
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