September 11, 2001. I was driving home from an overnight shift at work, stopped at a traffic light when the DJs said "apparently there has been an accident, a small bi-plane has hit the World Trade Center". I went on home and to bed before they learned the truth.
Those words would later haunt me as I watched rolling news footage of the hijacked airliners crashing into the World Trade Center towers, the rubble of the Pentagon, and the smoking field in Pennsylvania.
This year is the 10th "anniversary" of the attacks. I can remember the "we're in it together" feeling in '01, compared to the "it's all about me" of today. The Congress singing "God Bless America" on the Capitol steps, vs it being illegal for a teacher to have a Bible in school. The times have changed, and I am not convinced it is for the better. Maybe that is the real reason we have avoided terrorist attacks - they hate us for freedom and we are losing it (mandatory healthcare insurance) and they hate us for Jesus - and we have abandoned Him for the god of ourselves.
Work is all drama all the time. It isn't fun anymore, but I still love my job and believe things will settle down at some point. I hope.
I have lost about 13lbs. Kind of ridiculous considering I am just over 4wks out from surgery, but I went to support group Tuesday night and Dr. Friedman said to not worry about it. He said since I am working out I shouldn't even be stepping on the scale because my measurements are what will change most. I am not sure I am ok with that.... weight is what has to change for me to ride Buddy, to stop worrying about if a chair will hold me, to not have a panic attack if J-Rod wants to show off by picking me up.
Mostly it is my fault, I am not getting in even close to 64oz of fluids because drinking makes me nauseous. I need to just suck it up and get my fluids in. I also am not getting enough protein. I might get 60grms some days, but the nutritionist said since I am in the gym I should be getting around 80. So, I ordered $100 worth of protein shake stuff. I think the ready-to-drink kind are best for me since I don't like to stop long enough to mix one up.
I went Monday and bought "real" running shoes. They are comfortable enough when I am working out, but my feet hurt in the morning. *shrug* They were $107 so I will just have to suck that up too.
This week I started increasing the weights on my strength training. I feel so weak and I have NO endurance at all. I guess that is needing the protein.... but it is frustrating and discouraging.
This past Friday my super-morbidly-obese mom fell in the van. We drove to the fire department and they helped her up. Saturday she couldn't stand on her own at all and only for a few seconds with help, then her knees would collapse. We called an ambulance and after one regular unit showed up, they called the bariatric ambulance - with its big framed stretcher, ramps and winch for loading the patient. I don't want to be there.
Anyway, the doctor said she has pretty much zero joint space in her knees because of all the arthritis. She gave my mom shots in each knee. My mom has been doing better, but the steroids knocked her diabetes into a tailspin (I don't want to be there). I ordered a lift for her to go in the pool. I am hoping and praying it will work and has a long enough reach to get her out. We'll try it out a few times before she goes in. Hopefully we'll get that in this weekend.
Tomorrow I go to get measurements with the trainer at work. I'll try to remember to update them here.
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