I have three teenagers in my house, ages 15, 16, and 18.
The 15 year old has a bike but doesn’t really ride it because she has no one to ride with and she’s not the solo riding type. Because we live 0.8 miles from the university where she attends, the 18 year old bought a new bike. Now she can ride to and from campus and not have to rely on us to drive her as we only have one car. This prompted the 16 year old to fix the flat tire on his bike. He is the solo riding type and now rides
Please forgive me as I rant a bit, I’m just frustrated and having a rough time dealing with the absurdity of the situation.
My regular doctor is a VA provider at the VA clinic here in my town. I did not choose my surgeon, the VA did. They chose a surgery center that is over an hour’s drive from my house. Don’t get me wrong, the one they chose is an excellent surgeon, and the staff at the center was fantastic. My problem is with the follow-up care.
I had surgery on a
On Wednesday night, we drove down to Mike's mom's house (about 2.5 hrs south of here). We had Thanksgiving dinner with much of that side of the family. Dinner was delicious, and I will fully admit I cheated and ate things that are against 'The Rules' set down by my surgeon.
That's ok though, because she told me last week that this surgery is a new lifestyle, not a diet, and cheating happens. The trick is to know that, if I 'cheat' I will see it in the scale movement, or lack thereof.
Forgive the longevity of this post, but it gives a lot of details.
I have NEVER been small. I have a medium to large frame and have never been "thin" in my life but was VERY active as a kid. I played soccer and softball and was never home, always out playing with friends. When I was 12, my mother (single parent) suffered a debilitating stroke and I became the head of the household, for all intents and purposes. Not being able to get to my extracurricular activities, I had
As someone going through menopause, I have suffered the horror of the Hot Flash!!
As a diabetic, I have known the unique "joy" of diabetic highs and lows, followed by their respective accompanying consequences.
As a bariatric patient, I have now experienced the delightfully new (to me) sensation known as Dumping Syndrome.
Short explanation:
I ate something I shouldn't have and my body made me pay the price.
Long explanation: