So frustrating ....as usual every time I get going on my diet really good
Sunday, September 26, 2010
something comes up and bites me emotionally! Chelsea has always had medically problems and probably always will, But right out of the blue she is face with something we'd never expected. She went in for her yearly physical and right off the bat, the Dr listened to her heart and said that doesn't sound right. After wearing the heart monitor for twenty four hours they sent her to a heart specialist. EKG's and Eco Cardiogram came back out but wants her to wear a new kind of monitor for a month. This monitor is like a blue tooth that sends her heart rhythm to the cell phone, and that sends it to a company that monitors her. If there is a change, they call her, or text her and ask if she is feeling any signs of distress or needs to have help called. It has a GPS on the phone. Her's is going off early every morning, she gets calls about three times a day. Last night it was going crasy. Her heart is beating to slow. She passes out cold although they do not believe the heart is casing her to pass out, it still makes me crazy worring. She is suppose to be having surgery sixth so needless to say I am a basket case worrying about her. ... So my friends, I need prayers for Chelsea and prayers for me that I don't fall into a bag of BBQ chips or a gallon of heavenly hash ice cream and eat my way threw this set mack with Chelsea.
So I pray .....Lord, my soul is ripped with riot
Incited by my wicked diet.
“We are what we eat,” said a wise old man!
And, Lord, if that’s true, I’m a garbage can!
I want to rise on Judgment Day, that’s plain,
But, at my present weight, I’ll need a crane.
So grant me strength that I may not fall
Into the clutches of cholesterol!
At margarine I’ll never mutter
For the road to hell is paved with butter.
And cream is cursed, and cake is awful,
And Satan lurks in every waffle!
Give me this day my daily slice,
But cut it thin and toast it twice.
(Borrowed from On Line)