Lot's of Time But Nothing to Do Until Now

I haven’t been blogging because my life has been boring!!!! Wait why do I need exclamations for that sentence? It’s totally uncalled for. If I was to blog my life it would have said the same thing day after day….

I watched Maury today and guess what? ‘He was the father.’ After my Maury fix I settled into my retirement recliner toke a nap, ate lunch, surfed the internet, napped, watched another talk show, napped, ate dinner, toke a short walk, napped, and then went to bed. BORING!

What could I blog about? My lunches were always the same: an apple, peanut butter, and a small slice of cheddar cheese. I’m afraid even I couldn’t find merits in my day to blog about.

It’s true I did have a birthday in May. I turned 36 and I didn’t want to talk about it. I guess I reached the age where I dread my birthday, and when they’re here I just want to get them over with. Then I can go back to telling people I’m 34, oops.

Well, I found something else to do besides nap. I’m going to paint my huge kitchen and huge living room. I need you to understand that I have never, ever painted before. I have never held a paintbrush. But how hard can it be? You clean the walls, tape, prime, edge, paint, and then wait for it to dry, right?

I bought the green edging tape. It’s on my kitchen table staring at me. I’m staring at it. It’s a showdown.

The rational part of me is telling me to wait for my father who painted professionally, and loves to paint my walls. It’s also telling me that I just had a tummy tuck so I should take it easy. But phooey, the manic part of me is telling me to break out the cleaning supplies and to start cleaning the walls.

I just want to see what will happen. That’s how I operate. I always push myself, and everything else past its limit to see what the actual limit is. When I fall off the edge then I know. ‘Well I guess that was the edge, who knew?’ Are you like that too? David hates this quality in me. ‘Hmmm…I’m not sure if this will hurt when I touch this red hot burner; I better do it just to check.’ I need to be my own source. Let be honest my example painted me as a dumbass, but it has been my ability to test the waters; well actually jump in feet first, push myself past my limit that has made me a success today.

I’m not going to start this project today. I have to go to a party tonight and if I get too focused on my painting project I won’t have any energy for my friend’s party. Ah, but tomorrow is another day…

A Quick Update

I’ve been a very bad blogger. I’m so sorry about that. There has been so much going on in my life, but at the same time nothing at all. How does that work? I have no idea.

I have spent the last six weeks focusing on recovering. I don’t want to sound like a whiny baby but it has been a rough road. I’m glad the first six weeks are over; I’m hoping the next six are a little easier to stomach. Ha, that was my lame attempt at humor.

I’m at my goal weight of 160 pounds, which means that I lost a total of 95 pounds thanks to my lapband. My weight loss journey is over. I’m now focusing on maintaining it, and gaining a firm toned body. I’m so happy to be done with that crazy journey.

Another new development since my tummy tuck is my taste buds have drastically changed. I no longer like Starbucks coffee. I know, right! What’s that about? I also am not a fan of most sweets, but I am having a love affair with ice cream; chocolate to be exact. I 'm not an innocent angel...yes I have devilish side when it comes to frozen treats.

Certain smells bother me. Anything that reminds me of the first week of my recovery still makes my stomach churn. I don’t think I will ever be able to use dial anti-bacterial soap for the rest of my life. What a shame.

I’m still pretty tired these days. I was hoping that would end at the six week mark, but I guess it takes my body longer to heal. My mind is still all foggy. I blame my foggy mind for this un-witty blog entry. I just wanted to stop by and say hello, and I miss you guys.