That Pesky Wagon

So… you may have noticed it’s been quiet around here for a while. Two months in fact. Did I mention that I’m something of a sporadic blogger at times? No? Ah, well. Life is what happens when we’re making other plans.

Right?

Right.

March was a rough month for us. No sooner did I get over a stomach virus than Daryl caught the flu from one of his employees and oh so kindly shared it with me. We were both miserable sick for two solid weeks. As usual when Daryl gets sick, he ended up with a respiratory infection.

April wasn’t quite so bad as March. I had an inordinate number of migraines, true, but Daryl is having a hell of a time with his asthma. The allergens this year are just ridiculous and even people who don’t normally suffer too much are all stuffy and sneezy. Not good news for someone with allergy induced asthma. I went to the eye doctor this weekend and have new glasses on the way. I’m hoping they help with my headaches. If only Daryl’s lungs were as easily soothed.

Perhaps not surprisingly, we’ve both fallen off the wagon. Daryl’s been on and off steroids for the past two months and I don’t think he’s stepped on the scale in about six weeks. I don’t have his excuse, but I’ve been avoiding the technological torture device too. Even before I fell off the wagon I was stuck on a plateau, gaining and losing the same two pounds over and over. Plateaus are frustrating and depressing, but that’s not an excuse.

It’s time for us to climb back on the wagon. Of course, I’m not sure where the wagon is at the moment. Probably at the end of that dust trail I can barely make out in the distance.

*sigh*

Guess I’d better start walking….

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Technological Torture Device

The hubby acquired a fancy new digital scale last week so Wednesday Weigh-Ins will commence tomorrow. And when I say this scale is fancy… let’s just say the directions aren’t on the bathroom counter because we’re too lazy to put them away.

The Technological Torture Device

Looks intimidating doesn’t it? No? Oh, please don’t tell me it’s just me!

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Easier Said Than Done

Weigh-In Wednesday will be delayed a few weeks. After much experimentation and discussion, the hubby and I have come to the conclusion that our old fashioned scale (that we’ve had for well over a decade) is no longer accurate. Daryl has been tasked with buying us a new digital one. Once we’ve acquired this new technological torture device, we’ll be able to get a baseline against which to measure our progress.

In other news, I’ve suffered something of a setback on the pain management front. I’ve been doing so well since I started acupuncture that I got a bit over ambitious. I skipped my treatment the weekend before last and had a massage instead. While the massage was nice and relaxing and did wonders for my knee (which doesn’t like cold fronts), it didn’t work for my nerve pain. By Friday, I was more than ready for my next acupuncture appointment. Halfway through my appointment it was obvious that not only had massage not managed to keep the pain at bay for the week, but I’d put myself back a couple weeks progress-wise. Needless to say, I was quite disappointed and frustrated as I left the acupuncturist. On the way home I had to remind myself of something: no matter how bad it seems, it can always get worse. I learned that the hard way during my appendicitis experience last Fall. So I resolved not to get preoccupied with the negative or give in to despair. Instead of focusing on what I can’t do, I will celebrate what I can do. It’s already become something of a mantra, but it’s also a lot easier said than done. I may need some help from my friends. 😉 If you see me whining about things… give me a virtual smack upside the head, or ask me if I can still get in and out of bed by myself. And remind me not to skip anymore acupuncture sessions!

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