Lately I have been listening to lullabies instead of rocking out during my cardio. I've slowed down my pace, I'm accepting a few big things in my life. I've had arthritis for a couple of years. I had a surgery at 15 and they told me juvenile arthritis would be on the horizon. It's here. Not terribly, and I know what to do for it. Running just hurts now. So I walk. Pretty fast, but I walk. Chickadee is finally gaining weight after the new [platinum coated] formula. My back is feeling it. It felt it too lugging her around during the huge back to school shopping we did last week. Chickadee's toddler bed on the floor is killing me. I feel really old. Instead of fighting it, I've felt calm. I can't change the fact that I have arthritis. Nor can I change Chickadee's Rett Syndrome. But I can manage my attitude. I can problem solve. Hubbend built me a ramp for Chickadee's wheelchair. That's huge. I've been lifting it in. S...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.