Hell has frozen over, literally
It’s minus 10,000 Celsius here in Alberta – perfect weather for TV, shitty snacks and wishing you bought those $5,000 in Bluewave shares in 2008 so you could have retired on the beach by now. Despite my brain quite literally screaming for food that my stomach doesn’t actually want, we had fun making pizza’s on Keto wraps, watching Football and getting the most glorious Opie snuggles. Also, I don’t know what happened to Jimmy yesterday but he didn’t stop talking from sun up to bed time, thank God Katherine was here to tag me out …….
I didn’t realize how much I had come to enjoy my outside walks, moving my body and just being outside. If I didn’t have paper mache for ankles and the balance of an actual ball, I’d seriously consider some longer more challenging outdoor hikes this summer. Someday if you run into Nicole, ask her about the “hike” we took where she had to fashion me a walking stick and ever so gently try and get me out of the woods without calling for help. Or, the time I was carrying dog shit while in the woods on a hike, tripped, gained the nickname “poo hand”. Good thing Nicole is 30 something going on 65 and always travels with wipes and other emergency needs. Anyhoodles, the moral of the story is, I’m enjoying my ever changing body and the things I can do more of now with less pain.
I’m almost 8 weeks post Op, I’m really happy with how I’ve continued to work on my eating habits, incorporate movement, try and focus on adequate amounts of sleep. I do get somewhat inpatient at times and think things should be moving faster, why are my feet still wide, I should audition as a body double for T. Swift. This life is still a roller coaster of doubt, fear, happiness, progress, anger – it’s a new day each day but what I don’t feel looming over me as much is the fear of dying unnecessarily young, waiting too long to try and turn the ship around.
Also, to my Mom and all of the “Def Leppards”, old school Slut Sisters, those who still consider themselves cougars and the “other brother Darryl” – you’re the best, thanks for being my cheerleaders the last 40 odd years.
