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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Postpartum is a bitch

So ok. I have not been exersicing. I have gained back most of my weight. I don't feel like doing anything. My mood is in the shiyter. I can't sleep. I'm still having headaches on a daily basis. Baby is crying again. Shit.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Email

Right after I wrote progress I got this email :

Subject: Fwd: Fw: Passing the Purple Hat to You

Passing the Purple Hat to You
IN honor of women's history month and in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. Pass this on to five women that you want watched over. If you don't know five women to pass this on to, one will do just fine.

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded..

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth..

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 'Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.' There would have been more 'I love you's' More 'I'm sorry's.'

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute..look at it and really see it .. live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!

Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what
Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.


If you don't mind, send this on to all the women you are grateful to have as friends..
Maybe we should all grab that purple hat earlier.
Please send this to five phenomenal women today in celebration of Beautiful Women's Month.
If you do, something good will happen--you will boost another woman's self esteem.


2 KEEP IT LIT!

IN MEMORY .. . . . ..
These are the colors that represent the different cancers.


All you are asked to do is keep this circulating, even if it's to one more person, in memory of anyone you know who has been struck by cancer..
A Candle Loses Nothing by Lighting Another Candle.
Please Keep The Candle Going!
This one I do ask that you please send on.
By sending this on, you will think and realize how you've been blessed, up until now.
This is a disease which affects all families.. no one is exempt















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Yep. This is why I do it.



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Progress

Even through I am gaining wieght I am losing inches. Yesterday, we did endurance drills for two hours. Today was blocks. They put me up againist an ex hockey player. Let me tell you he had thirty (maybe more)pounds on me and I couldn't put him on his ass. I tried. I really did. I knocked the wind out of myself. I said one word that nobody heard. Not help. No, I'm a roller derby queen. I said, fuck. Mouth moved, but there was no air to make a sound. I skated a pace line for about twenty minutes and then beat the crap out of myself. I have a bruise starting on my upper back and butt already.
My chest hurt from the fall. My head hurts from the headaches. My nose Is stuffed full of snoogers.
Why do I do it? Because I still can.
One thing I forgot to mention. My back is messed up. I have two bulging disk, and one is desinagrating. I have nerve damage in my right shoulder. I am surviving fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome. I have had a couple of growths on my thyroid and woman parts. Benine thank goodness. I don't dwell on any of that. Oh yeah. My hip dislocates.

Most of these injuries are complements of a recent car accident.

Oh well. I'm doing it now. I just want to get my kicks before I have to "retire" my trill seeking ways. It's going to kill me, when the doctors finally tell me no more.

I am already dreading the day. That is why I do it. Because, I can say I did that.

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Saturday, November 7, 2009

FML


Weighed myself today...160. FML.


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Still on track


I'm on my gift right now. So I don't really want to do anything but sit in the tub. Between the housework and roller derby, I'm exhusted. My abs are burning everyday. Somedays I feel like I can't sit up, and have to roll off the bed.
It took a week to recover from ladder training. I have vehicle rescue the next two weekends. My upper body will be just hanging from my body. I hope I can bounce back faster.

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