Journey Beyond Survival

I ate all the wonderful delicious candies yesterday.  From Germany (See below) Apparently I have a stress eating problem. Big surprise considering my BMI suggests I have 25 pounds to use (in any cardio I want). Note to self:  Self, It may be unnecessary for Hubbend to bring back Haribo candies.  He did, after all, bring you back much much better presents.  Such as: THIS and THESE Please remember that just because Chickadee is all right and not the cause of this stress, does not mean you are immune to food and it's enticing intoxication. You ARE stressed.  You are. thankyouforyourattention, JBS But I do love them so very very much. Once a year I think I will have to continue to put myself to the moderation test. They are gone now, out of reach and out of temptation. Germany is, after all, very far away. Today is a new day. Time to shake my thang into a new groove. When it comes to a special occasion, what do you do? *photo by howieluvzus*

"Don't step on it!" Beansprout yelled.  I just about peed my pants, but obliged. Beansprout has become the Keeper of the Catepillars. When I was out gardening in my beautiful flower bed, he just about drove me crazy. Punctuated with the occasional, "LOOK OUT" my afternoon was peaceful, getting in my last annuals and stepping back to survey the fabulousness every so often. I even learned to capitalize on his exuberance.  "Yo Beansprout!" I point my spade, "Your friend there is eating my plants!  You better get him off my plants!" the lovely little boy would oblige!  Worked every single time.  He never got tired of it, and I should know because I tried it a lot of times. He was vigilant in taking care of those plants catepillars. Why am I telling you this?  I should post this on my personal blog right?  Of course.  But the reason I bring that up is this:  he was vigilant!  He attempted the impossible. You know and I know...

For a quick synopsis. I went to FitBloggin March 19th. Washington DC on March 31st North Carolina on April 1st Chickadee presented her Cement Colon April 2nd I got little exercise and lots of drama for one week I met MrsFatass I went home to small town Midbest on April 12th Chickadee received her new wheelchair on April 13th April 15th was when I tortured Chickadee. I also binged on a full plate of cookies April 15th Hubbend's Daddy died April 16th I threw tantrums at Chickadee's nurses and pleaded with her doctors I finally got a Pediatric GI appointment in July I pled with the Developmental Pediatrician She got Chickadee "jackhammers" for her cement problem Chickadee got an earlier appointment for June Hubbend came home Ten hours later we went to Chicago I taught the women's meeting at church I went to Indianapolis on Monday Yesterday I had two of Chickadee's therapists come I did laundry for my Beansprout and Hubbend leaving for Phoenix Why? Because I...

This plate? . It is empty. Gross. All my fault. Yesterday of all days my mum called. That is usually a very good thing. But after discussing all I have going on here, she expressed concern. "Are you doing okay?" Which in that tone of voice means-do you have your symptoms under control? Are you almost psychotic? Are you manic? In other words, "Just how crazy are you today?" I outlined my plan a bit. She decided that I passed. My family is very uncomfortable with mental illness. But, I am okay with that. This is nothing new, and I have my support system. Elsewhere. "Take care of yourself" she said, and the subject was closed. The subject turned to FIL. The Hospice nurse-all of whom should be automatically admitted into heaven-has given him 48 hours to live. I've been getting pressure from everyone to go back for the funeral. Estranged daughter, Ex pat son, overbearing confident oldest daughter. I've been okay. Because Hubbend su...

Today Beansprout and I went to the local indoor playground while Chickadee and Hubbend were finishing up their test in FarAwayBig City. We'd made these plans before we decided to adopt Lent this year. Beansprout couldn't fathom giving up sugar as Miss THANG and I are doing. So, all on his own Beansprout decided to give up "Egg Yolk and Macdunnels" or Burger King and McDonald's. The only indoor playgrounds are in such places. So we packed Beansprout a cool lunch and set off to meet some friends after Storytime at the Library. He was fine. I'm the one that had troubles. The women are really nice. It would be nice to have some friends outside of therapists doctors and church. And Miss THANG's friends' parents. I like these women. Thing is, they are this and I am that. For the first time in the two years' acquaintance we have had at the library, I got the distinct impression they wanted me to be their type of 'this'. I may be pol...