I WANT THE BED BY THE WINDOW!!!!...

Jan 22, 2010

I am still experiencing first times ever...
For the first time I took pictures of myself front and sideways ... I had never done that before ... I used to have a butt and a bummett ... my belly and my butt competed for girth ... my belly is now gone and try as I may I just cannot get rid of the butt ... genetics. ... genetics ... alli va la herencia de la abuela Africana.....

I left 200+ pounds behind for good and I do not intend on bringing them back ... I love my journey and I do not want it to end ... I am an old fart now and prolly don't have many lucid days left .. so I am going to live every day as if it were the last ... I once heard said that on our wellest day we are sick enough to die...and today I have life and mobility and I choose to live ... happy and in health ....

I went to hot yoga and did not break a sweat under my pits ... what is wrong with this ... these dead meat upper arm post partial brachio are driving me insane ... I need to swim and can't yet ... my favorite free stroke or the butterfly ... but I swam anyway propelling myself with the power my legs ...

I got all backed up and was in intestinal distress.  I had to down a gallon of goLytely  (it was like fitting New York into New Jersey and not at all pleasant to the taste buds) and had tests run.  All came back well ... however I dropped 5 more pounds without even trying ... in 14 days it will be 3 years post WLS...

As I look back I have braved the tidal waves .. ...I kept the faith ... with my little grain of mustard seed I found the might to talk to my mountains and tell them to get behind me ... I am standing steadfast ... I am a sista on the journey ... more than a mere survivor... I am an overcomer by choice ...

My arms no longer have definition and my pits don't sweat ... no idea what happened post modified brachio ... I can't even feel the upper arms but I am not sweating it out .... they will be back to normal one day ... I will be working on it...

I have been laughed at but I don't care ... I have been encouraged and I am grateful ... I am my own woman and I am doing my own thing .... and I pay it forward each and every day ... because in my moments of need there has always been a brother or a sista reaching out to me ... so I am worried about going looking gaunt as I did at 18 months out ... and trying to avoid it as I see more bones sticking out ... I wish that was the case with hips and butt ... I am doomed to be shaped like a bumblebee... I have been wearing Xsml, 0-2 since 18 months out ... the same size I wore when I was 21.... today I am 52...
I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY .... ON SATURDAY I PACKED EVERY PIECE OF SUMMER CLOTHING THAT I OWNED THREE CLOSETS FILLED PLUS SHOES AND SO DID MY DAUGHTER AND MY SON AND THEY ARE ALL OFF TO THE PEOPLE OF HAITI ALONG WITH OUR DONATIONS TO MULTIPLE CHARITIES ... BECAUSE IN TIMES OF NEED ... WE ARE HELPERS ONE OF ANOTHER....

It is pretty much like the man in the other bed ... love and encouragment ... happiness in unmaterial things ... the key to happiness and contentment when all hell is breaking loose around you ... I CHOOSE TO  BE HAPPY ... AND I AM STICKING TO THAT!!!!

THE MAN IN THE BED BY THE WINDOW..... no idea who wrote this but I would like to be that man...
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.  One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.  The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.    The men talked for hours on end.  They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.. Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.   The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.  Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.   As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.  One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.   Days, weeks and months passed.  One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.      She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.    As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.  Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.  He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.  It faced a blank wall.   The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.  She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'    Epilogue:  There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.    If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. 'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present.

DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY!!!!!
ask me what I did with my lemons....

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