Because of the extreme weather Covid vaccines were not delivered. I am waiting for a reschedule. Spoke to the Ophthalmologist billing person this A.M. Medicare is now my primary provider. I have a pre-op appointment tomorrow afternoon - oops - this afternoon. I have watched numerous videos of cataract surgeries. I have a list of questions for my Dr. I believe that my health is my responsibility. I have to ask the questions and insist that I receive plain English answers. All medical terms need to be explained.
The injury to my foot has finally healed enough for me to put on a real pair of shoes. This morning I made a 15 minute stroll through the neighborhood. I will do the same tomorrow and every day, weather permitting. I am seriously disgusted by my weight. Two week ago I tipped the scale at 160 lbs. I have no clothes that fit me other than sweat pants. I have lost 5 lbs. but really, really, really need to get down to 140, preferably 135. My closet is full of nice clothes that I can not wear. Some still have the price tags on them. Never worn and will not be worn unless I ditch this weight.
My sweet G has battled obesity his entire life. He has been living in sweat pants. He has an appointment with a client tomorrow and does not have a pair pants that fit him. I can not say a word about his eating habits or lack of exercise. I am guilty.
Enough of that. I am making changes. I WILL lose weight. I WILL become more fit in the process. I love G to the moon and back but his weight issues are his problem and his responsibility.
So.... what's up with you? Are you seeing your Dr.s, taking your meds, taking care of yourself? I have realized that self care is a complex thing. It really requires work.
