Sometimes You Just Gotta Ask for Help

I just love reading some of y'alls blogs..so full of life and energy.  Especially those of y'all that have reached your goals and are having the time of your life with the energy that you need to do all the things you want to do.  Sometimes I get so jealous.  Isn't that crazy?  I feel like such a loser because I haven't met the goals I set out to reach by now.  Most of it is because of my own bad choices.  I know...and some of it is I have not become "friends with my band".  Whatever....

So I reached out to someone that I don't know very well and they actually came through.  Most primary care doctors usually don't listen but my doctor did.  And I got a very uplifting phone call from a dietician and she offered so much support and is ready and willing to walk me thru this process.  It's like my doctor that did my surgery was really gung ho to do the surgery but the follow-up is not really his deal.  And so I get fills and un-fills and fills and un-fills just kind of flailing about with my weight yo-yoing all over the place.

I really feel confident that I am going to get back on the right track.  I don't know why...but I just feel like I was thrown a life jacket.  And I have been trying to keep up with the local "boobettes" that I will get to meet in Chicago.  I am very, very excited.  It is like things are finally maybe gonna click for me.  Yipeeee!  Skippeeee!

And it is going to be 107 degrees tomorrow!  Holy Monkeys..will the weather ever be "normal"?  My pool looks like a swamp right now.  Green and SLIMY.  YUCK!!  With that I decided a new form of exercise at the urging of my dear daughter.  Really...what was she thinking? She probably wasn't thinking...All she has on her mind is driving.  (Dear Daughter is on the right..with her best friend that got her license the same day).

With all the butt kicks, mountain climbers, suicides, jumping jacks...I lost the oxygen to my brain. (I guess I thought if I could survive riding in the car with her that I could surely handle Shaun from INSANITY.)  I had enough after 20 minutes.  I told my hubby that our dear daughter had suggested this.  He laughed. I told him that I was going back to the fake people on the Wii. Even though I feel kind of stupid racing a plastic looking weeble-wabble.

But on a positive note, I got rid of the dizzies...it was just a temporary set-back with my inner ear disease.
Thanks for all the good vibes that came my way.

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