24th
May 2017
Repeat
after me: My current situation is not my final destination.
Yesterday
was a very strange day, waking up to the news of Manchester was well, no words
really. Then for a few hours I lived in
my Weight Watcher world where we forgot about the outside world for a little
while, when I left it, I felt like I'd been a bubble of sorts and the volume of
everything else had been turned down. I
walked into my house to find my mom crying, she'd turned on the news and was
watching it all, the devastation and after effects. I hugged her and she asked if she could carry
on watching it or would it bother me, I said she could do what she wanted
too. Not long after the hairdresser
arrived and she was distracted from it all for a short while to have her hair
cut. Once she'd gone, I gave mom her
lunch and she turned the tv back on and shouted me, "What's all this
about, 22 dead?" She'd forgotten,
even when I told her, it really was like it was the first time, sometimes
she'll say, 'oh yeah I remember' but no this was completely new, and that
continued for the rest of the day, every time she heard something about it,
completely new. It's times like this I
realise how real what's happening to her is, how much she's deteriorated in the
past six months and it starts to break my heart. I heard her this morning struggle to the
bathroom and I lay there contemplating my day (normally I dive out of bed) and
for a brief second I started to think about what was to come, where this
terrible illness is going to take us, but I soon stopped myself because what
use would that do. I shall continue to
live in the moment, focus on the 24 hours ahead of me, "Be strong, even if
it breaks your heart" Doctor Who said that once and I've stored it.
It
would be very easy to think, 'sod it', it's too hard to focus on weight loss
right now, there's too much consuming my life, I could die tomorrow, nevermind
mom! But that's being silly isn't it,
instead I'm going to take care of me, I'm going to do it for me, because I
matter too. The more energy I have, the
better I feel, the easier it is for me to handle everything that's being thrown
at us. When I feel good, I have more
patience too, which makes caring for someone with Alzheimers and Vascular
Dementia much easier (erm well easy isn't really ever a word to use our
situation but you get me). When I feel
in control and strong, I'm more able to cope with everything.
Therefore
today I will once again stay on plan, yesterday I survived a day of No Count,
used some of my weeklies on a glass of wine of course, my meals were curry beans,
turkey rashers and eggs on toast, that was delicious, for lunch we had lemon
and dill salmon, jersey royals, butternut squash and mediterranian vegetables,
that too was good, I did use a couple of points on a spoon of butter to smash
into my spuds. Then for tea I'd bought a
tub of cauliflower couscous from the garage because it was reduced, I mixed it
with mushrooms, tomatoes, spring onions, leftover chicken and a bit of bacon,
added some flavour and it was okay, I don't know if I'd want it again but it
filled me up. It left me wanting bread though, so I had a slice with a bit of
low fat spread on. So yeah, I survived
day 2, now for day 3, to count or not to count that is the question....
There's
some gammon in the fridge and corn on the cob which is saying No Count,
I
might make gammon and cabbage mash for lunch, then I could have the corn on cob
for my tea when I get home. I can have
the last few beans for breakfast to use them up with some eggs and toast, maybe
mushrooms and tomatoes too. Sorted. Use up what's in the fridge then and tomorrow
when I'm really busy I can do Counting and use some of those tins I have in the
cupboard, I fancy trying the curry.
It
looks like it's going to be a lovely day today, I'll get all my jobs done
early, then hopefully I'll be able to convince mom to sit out in the garden
with me for an hour, get her some vitamin D before I got to work this evening.
Right
here's to staying strong BeYOUtiful, let's have a great day, smiling all the
way.
No comments:
Post a Comment