Monday, May 04, 2015
I haven't interacted much here in the last couple of years. It's been a rough time. My mother died. My son had surgery. One cat had 2 surgeries. Another cat died. My weight is up. I have been depressed. My thyroid has still not settled down after RAI about 1.5 years ago. I think it's coming back to life. I have plantar fasciatis (diagnosed) and 2 bone spurs in one foot, and gout in the other.
I've been trying really hard in the last few months to get a grip. I'm tired of feeling such despair every morning when I have to get dressed to go to work. Like, deadly despair.
So I started Couch-to-5k again. I've been strictly dieting. Today I ate well (healthfully but light) and went for a 58-minute walk/run. And now, right before bed, my DH just brought me a f*cking milkshake. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN?? I am FURIOUS. I have no one to talk to, so this blog is who I'm talking to. It doesn't matter if anyone reads it or not. I need to get this out before I explode.
I did not drink the milkshake. I did not hit my husband with a crowbar. I so wanted to do both.