Progress Report on Losing the last 30 pounds. Yes, we’re going down in pounds!

losing the last 40 pounds

It’s been 2 months since I really got serious about losing weight. It seems to be working. I’m not even sure why I decided it was time. It just sort of happened.

I did sign up at my health club to do a challenge. Sometime during the class, I do ask myself what am I doing? After all, I’m 64 years old, and who knows how much time I really have left.

When I was on the Stairmaster, I did wonder if my life was momentary. That’s when I asked the trainer the question, “Has anyone died on you yet?” He assured me I would be the first if I fell over. That machine scares me. I felt like there was a real possibility I could die. So, I put the thing where I felt less threatened. After all, I know a little more than my 28-year-old trainer. Like if…

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Prince Aidan gets his first haircut

Grandmother Diaries

My little grandson, Aidan, got his first haircut. His long, flowing, curls are very familiar. As a matter of fact, his mother had the very same ones. They were a source of a constant battle between us.

Mainly, it was because I am just not a hair person. I had to chase the poor little girl, then try to lasso that hair into some kind of shape. It did not want to cooperate. In the meantime, when I combed or brushed it, the poor child would sincerely cry. Maybe it was because she was in pain.

When she got her first haircut her oldest sister was delighted. “Does this mean she’ll lose her curls?” she asked with a hopeful look on her face.

I could hardly blame her. After all, people for some reason, go crazy happy when they see curls on a small child. So, my poor oldest daughter…

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A change of focus is working. It’s not how many pounds I lose, but how healthy I can feel!

losing the last 40 pounds

I finally bit the bullet and paid extra money participate in a group personal training group. I kind of like it when I’m at it, but I must admit I do watch the clock when it’s over. Afterwards, I go to the pool and stretch out. It’s delightful!

My eating is a little more tricky. I have reduced wheat, sugar, and dairy. I am ready to toss my antacid pills. However, I’m going to an MD on Thursday who follows the more natural ways of doing things. I’m going to follow her recommendations. I did go to this doctor several years ago, and know she knows what she is doing. I wasn’t ready for her 7 years ago, but am now more than ready now!

This doctor doesn’t just throw pills at you, but she does give you supplements. I’ll reserve judgement until after the visit.

I feel at least…

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Why do I feel so bad about Joan River’s passing?

I guess I’ve been watching Joan Rivers for years. Her caustic sense of humor made me laugh. But she’s not a person I would’ve probably befriended in real life.

After all, she was mean. She insulted all the beautiful people. She even insulted herself. Why is that appealing to me? I’m not sure. Maybe because I know I’m never going to be rich and famous. I don’t think life is fair sometime. Don’t we all want to have the good life? So sticking it to the lucky ones gave me a little satisfaction.

Her fascination with plastic surgery verged on being really sick. Apparently, she didn’t like her looks, and had no desire to age. And she didn’t. I would say she got too carried away with the whole thing. I think she would’ve looked better with a few wrinkles.

I liked the way she took care of her body and she was a fashionista! I loved her lines of jewelry and clothes although they didn’t fit into my folksy lifestyle. She also ran around without a walker and cane, and looked like she had boundless energy.

I even bought an inexpensive watch from her on qvc. Every single time I wore it, people would compliment it, so I guess she did know what she was doing as far as fashion goes. (The strap kind of fell apart, but nobody is perfect.)

I did admire her relationship with her daughter and grandson. That love was out there for everyone to see. Her daughter’s devotion was impressive. Her honesty about her husband’s suicide, and how it affected her was also appealing to me. The honest way she talked about it was gutsy.

Joan was just a person who wasn’t afraid of life, and she didn’t care what anyone thought of her.

Maybe we could’ve been friends after all. Rip Joan.