We missed #WorldSelfieDay Yesterday, so Maisie and I (and my son) made up for it today lol
Am on day 1 of another 1-3 day fast. The wasp bite is necessitating some inflammation busting, immune system assistance. My epi pen will not be available until Walgreens can locate more, so I have to be careful about future stings for now.
I took my blood pressure meds this morning, as it is finally elevated again.
Anyway, back to weight gain…. drumroll, please: I gained 5 lbs back overnight! Total weight loss from initial 6 day fast minus weight gain= 9 lbs in 6 days (after refeed). It was initially 14 lbs, but I knew a majority was water weight.
Still, not too shabby.
Also, my Fitbit Versa somehow got stuck and didn’t reset at midnight last night. I am currently in Fitbit limbo and we tried to reset it, but can’t.
Update- it updated the next day at midnight.
Day 2 and I lost 2 lbs, which brought it down to 11 lbs total in 8 days.
I broke fast after day 2 and will do intermittent again starting tomorrow.
I am a bit improved from wasp issue, now dealing with a bit of sciatica.
Spring cleaning the house currently, as my nephew from Palau is coming to spend his leave from the US Army with us. He’s been a year in Iraq, poor thing.
Since the advent of DNA genealogical testing, the world is getting odder and odder- and old family mysteries- some, we didn’t even know existed- are getting churned up.
I’ve discovered this in my own family research, via 23andme.com, as well. My grandmother’s father wasn’t her biological father at all- it was another man, whom I tracked down via mathematics, ancestry research, and the odd stranger popping up in my group of close relatives out of the blue.
More on my family’s journey at another time- but for now, this is an interesting article.
I should be blogging about my female issues, part 2, but at the moment my innards are weeping the bloodiest of tears. I’ve slept so much this week since the endometrial biopsy- and it jump started my period early. I had no idea that simple uterine biopsies could take so much out of a person. The pain is better, the fatigue is not.
My hysterectomy is scheduled for 12 July.
My endometrial biopsy (the first) should be back early this week, the oncologist says.
My son graduated from high school last weekend, I still need to add this to the blog. I am so proud of him.
Maisie has her 2nd ballet/tap recital of her life tomorrow. I will be herding cats/taking care of the tots back stage, like I did last year. Someone has to do it and I’m evolving into a stage mother at this point.
The other crazy things happening in the periphery are dying down, for now. I’ve had my say and will continue to work through this, as a reminder to myself and others- don’t let people walk all over you. There are some seriously chronically messed up opportunists out there- and yeah, while addiction can account for a lot, that still is not an excuse for what was done to us.
I think about Bourdain and his fragility- and the fragility of those around us. This world will eat you up and spit you out if you don’t stand up for yourself and for what is right. Tony Bourdain stood up against the tides, championed his girlfriend’s #metoo cause against Weinstein- and it still wasn’t enough.
I saw a chilling post Bourdain put up on his Twitter on 22 May. It called out some guy re being found hung (I’m paraphrasing) in a lavatory from auto-erotic asphyxiation. It kind of gave me chills. While I don’t know the circumstances surrounding his death any more than the rest of us (a bathrobe belt, found tied to a door)- suicide or accident- neither is preferable.
He had his child at 50. That alone would make it impossible for me to take my own life, but I don’t live in anyone’s skin but my own.
It’s sad, sad, sad in this mad world.
Death comes to all of us, sooner or later. I think about my own mortality a lot right now. I’d fight tooth and nail against it, just like I fight tooth and nail against any other injustice levied against others and myself.
But life goes on, children grow up and graduate and do their recitals and play with their toys. We grow older. We die.
Over and over, in different bodies and different lives, it is all the same. We all share this common thread- even though we believe we’re unique.
We’re not unique. That is the beauty of it. The sameness, the threads that bind us- that’s the wonderment.
Observation from my soon-to-be graduating high school senior, quoting Parks & Recreation, when I told him I was thinking about getting the bottle tree the other day:
Connor: “We have the most colorful, eccentric, and eclectic yard in the neighborhood, with all the flowers and hammocks and art and stuff, Mom- I like it, ‘treat yo’ self'”
Maisie (poking her head out from around the corner and lisping in her toddler voice): “YEAH! TWEET YO’ SELF!”
(UPDATE: THE BOY HAS SINCE GRADUATED- STILL UGLY CRYING OVER IT, WILL POST ABOUT IT LATER)
So… my friend delivered the items. His mom passed away recently and he is rehoming her stuff. We also received some punched tin and steel stars, plus other gewgaws I will be redoing for outdoor art projects. He has river rock in her garden we will hopefully get for the new landscaping project we’re planning this summer.
I LOVE outdoor projects! IDK why, but I enjoy them far more than indoor things. Gardening and hard work are so good for the soul and body.
A storm, the remnants of Tropical Storm Alberto, was positioned to hit our area of the Great Lakes yesterday, so we had to work fast before the storm blew in.
I had an old birch tree that we cut down years ago after it died. Later, we decorated the stump with shards of broken pottery, strawberry plants, succulents and used it as a planter for years. It finally rotted away totally, so this was where the new tree needed to live.
Once planted, we discovered that the tree was missing 6 blue wine bottles. A friend generously donated the remainder to me-. My dad and I finished the decorating of the tree… and we were very pleased with the results.
We didn’t get the labels off til the next day, as the storm blew in before that could happen.
SO, the next day, we put down a rock garden beneath the bottle tree, planted some flowers, and installed little plants and fairy things for a fairy garden. The rocks provided the tree with additional stability in case of a wind storm.
Maisie was absolutely enchanted with it.
We also planted 2 types of heirloom tomatoes and some cucumbers in the purple ‘bunny bed’. My kid expects fresh cukes to be growing on the fence every year- they’re her favorite things to eat.
We have SO MANY more beds to clean and re-plant/landscape. Since we use a majority of reclaimed/recycled materials in our landscaping, things have to be updated or redone every year or so.
I am having health issues, so it is slow going. Hoping to get back outside tomorrow and start gardening again!
The garden/landscaping project continues!
We had a forlorn little terracotta garden rabbit that was hidden in the brush, unpainted, and I wanted to paint it and give the poor old thing a makeover.
Maisie INSISTED on choosing the spray paint colors this go ’round, so he had to be hot pink. I didn’t do the greatest job with the spray painting, I honestly just wanted to get it over with. However, it looked really creepy without ‘real’ looking eyes, so the child insisted Mr. Bun get them.
I didn’t have any craft paint, so we used sharpies, which turned out to her satisfaction, as far as hot pink bunnies go.
He still looks a little sad and lonely, but at least he now has pizzazz and eyes.
Maisie was very pleased with this project, so all’s well that end’s well!
Maisie informed him that she found her bathing suit upstairs and after ballet, it was going to be a beach day.
I’m sorry, but today is a fairy garden and blue bottle tree landscaping day, kid.
I may have to compromise and fill up one of those little blue kiddie pools while we work-