Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Update

*Chocolate covered cinnamon bears are incredible. That says a lot because i hate cinnamon flavored anything.

*Been taking it easy on counting calories. Doctor is making it sound like our eventual solution to me losing weight is to eat more(counterintuitive I know). But when I count calories, my first instinct is to restrict. Haven't been going overboard and still working out but trying to back off on it a little. So far nothing bad has happened.

*Cant say the same thing for Miss Avalon. She's had a rough go since getting two fillings last Tuesday. SHe ended up biting her tongue and cheek pretty bad. So then she didn't want to eat because it hurt.

* Then Sunday when she was complaining about her tongue I checked it out and the whole thing was covered with loads of white mucus/film. Looked like thrush to me but the doc took a sample and didn't come up as that.

*Monday night she started developing little spots all over her torso face and arms. Looked like the beginning of chicken pox even though she has been vaccinated.

*Tuesday morning, I was pretty sure it wasn't chickenpox. The little spots had turned into huge patches of welts across her chest waist and rib cage. It swoll up both her eyes, one worse than the other.

*So Tuesday afternoon, I took her back to the doc. Doc said, likely she has a virus that instead of a sore throat and sniffles is giving her hives. Likely will last a week. Unfortunately they are very itchy for her especially the ones on her face and chin.

*After some benadryl last night and this morning, I was hopeful that she wouldn't have them too much longer, but they came back with a vengence tonight. And benadryl seems to make her weepy and unable to sleep. Poor kid just needs a break.

*Doc kinda treated me like I overreacted. Kinda pisses me off when they do that. Besides its my money and I'm pretty sure when someone has unexplained swelling on their face, it's an issue.

*Pretty sure we've met the deductable for the year.

* Our new floors get installed on Monday (and probably Tuesday) The end is in sight!

* We are headed to Bozeman for the weekend just to get out of town and to pick up some kegs from my brother.

* Speaking of kegs, Jeff started brewing again. And instead of bottling, he is kegging which is a more exact way of carbonating the beer. And his first batch is pretty darn good. So I see more beer in our future since the fridge he got to store it all will hold five 5 gallon kegs.

*We have a trip planned to San Diego in May. We are staying beach front in La Jolla. I cannotwait to go on vacation.

*Also going to Yellowstone in June. We cancelled our Yellowstone trip last year because we were in the middle of buying/selling a house.

*Avalon had her kindergarten shots and is enrolled to start school at Poly Drive School this fall.

*If I had thought about it a bit better, I would have held her back a year because she will be a very young five and I could use another year home with her before she starts her educational career for the next 12+ years.

*But she's so excited to go to school that there is no bursting her bubble now.

*Murph has been a royal pain in the arse. Would you believe I have to watch him more than Avalon. Last week he ate, a pound of milled grain Jeff had bought for brewing his beer. All that was left was the knot in the bag.

*Then he at 3 of the 5 legs of Avalon's starfish. You'd think this stuff would make him sick but no.

*Doc tested my vitamin levels and my vitamin d was very low(as I'm sure it probably is for most people in the middle of winter. But for the next two weeks I have a prescription of two pills of 50,000units and then just regular over the counter vitamin of 2000 units.

*As usual I am concerned about my weight loss. But the fact that my hair is falling out has me even more worried. And it's not just in my head, Jeff has noticed as well as my hairdresser.

*Need a good book to read. Sometimes I feel so picky. Or maybe just thrifty. There is plenty I want to read but I can't spending hardback prices.

*Made a rum cake the other night after our doctor visit. Baking relaxes me. Funny thing though, Avalon has probably eaten half of that rum cake saying, "It is soooo good."

* Silly kid has been killing it with all the funny things she has been saying. The four year old stage is the best yet.

Peace out!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

What to do What to do

I got an email from my biological father despite the address being blocked. The time stamp was at 3:50AM. I'm not sure if those things are accurate but if so, what in the world is he up to. And since I refuse to respond to his rhetoric, I've wondered what I could do to discourage his behavior knowing I can't control anything he does(like the drive bys he did while we were in Great Falls in January)

But I've blocked him and even that isn't working. So I figure I'll post what he wrote. And I won't have to say a word to show people who my dad is and what he does. He can do it himself. And people can make their judgments on who the crazy one is.

(As a side note, this is not a cry for pity. I absolutely hate pity. I'm a big girl with a great life. But you'd think after 11 years, he'd grow tired of the BS.)

So here goes:

Heather,
As your life continues to progress you will come to the point where you will realize, that beyond all immature thoughts and imaginations, alongside all emotions and vanity, in spite of all knowledge, certainty and fear, you are absolutely going to die, that the path of your life is leading you to one, sure end from which there is no escape, nor can you turn back to return or re-do anything you will eventually recognize as your failure and perceive to be something you wish would have been different. At that point, imagined innocence won't matter, perceived justification will have no bearing, and all excuses will be seen for what they've been and are. I can continue to speak from experience of which you still know very little, I could quote from the Bible, my source of absolute truth beyond all knowledge and experience...which you've previously chosen not to hear; instead I'll write to you about justice and protection.
Even if God recognizes you justified and excused in your hatred of me (and don't imagine your attitude in my regard anything else; we are and will be judged, not by our own understandings and judgments of God's words but by God's definition and He defines hatred as "the desire to have nothing to do with, the will to avoid and abandon, to have no active regard for") will He justify and excuse you for your hatred of your mother, for your abandonment of Hilary, for the way you, a wise and learned person according to your own words, has treated and continues to treat your family? Or will He ultimately grant you justice: Will He allow the things you've done and do to others, happen to you? Will He ordain Avalon, someday, to abandon you and, possibly, Jeff, as you've abandoned your family? This will be justice. This will be you reaping what you have sown.
And someday, as Avalon inevitably disagrees with you, when she finds your judgments and opinions unjust, unfair and cruel as you've found mine to be, and she does as she's been taught, as your history will eventually reveal "truth", "history", and "justice" to her, and she does as you have done....something you can't imagine now because you're unable to see it as justice, will you have the presence of mind to recall this letter and the scriptural truths directing it and say, "Father, do unto me as I have done; this is justice: that I should receive as I did and do unto others? And if you're able, will you be comforted by so doing? We both know the answer to these questions.
There is only one protection for all of us and that is to sow as we hope to reap. Should I expect to receive kindness, I must execute kindness. Should I expect to reap forgiveness, I first must sow it. God's order opposes practically everything we imagine and think on our own; that's why He says, "As you do to the least of these children of Mine, you do unto Me; as you fail to do to the least of these children of Mine, you fail to do to Me!" (Matthew 25:40,45). It's His way that causes "the sun to rise and set and the rain to fall on the just as well as the unjust." It's our way to judge others in our imaginations of their injustices to us. It should be obvious to you, that even in your youth and vigor, that the way you've managed your family relationships, won't, ultimately, be satisfying to you, especially should they later be replayed in your own family. Take time to read Romans 12:16-21, Paul's revelation of our Father as God of the lowly and what should be our response to others. Pray, if not with me with Paul, that you will desire to live in harmony with others without haughtiness, without conceit, willing to associate with those you consider lowly, that God will help you repay no one evil for evil but that He'll enable you to take thought for what is noble in the sight of all and, as far as it depends on you, to ordain you to live peaceably with everyone....to cause you to seek no revenge for yourself but leave it to God's wrath, that He'll help you not to be overcome with evil but to overcome evil with good, to, in the name and authority of Jesus, to ask and do these things according to His will and not what your will so far has been.
Your grandparents on both sides loved you. Sheryl's mother, particularly, has always remembered your special days and still keeps you and your loved ones in her thoughts, inquiries and prayers. Your abandonment of them is something that, as you grow older, will haunt you and cause you to regret and fear....not merely for your own sake, but for Avalon's. Isn't it easier to simply now give up what will be regret, to now give up your hardness of heart, to now give up your judgments, condemnations and unforgivenessnesses, than it will be to live with what most certainly will become irreversible sorrow and regret?
Perhaps, as you often have done before, you will see this letter as my criticism and judgment of you. Someday, instead, you'll see it as my attempt to protect you from what you will most certainly endure should you not perceive it in the spirit in which it is written; someday you'll understand it as coming from someone who has loved you very much. You've hurt your Mom and me; you changed the way Hilary understands sisterhood and family; you've devastated your Grandma Joann and, before that, your Grandpa Joe. "As a (wo)man sows, so shall (s)he reap." You may pick the times you sow, but God chooses the times you reap; you won't be satisfied when you begin to suffer the consequences of the things you've done. Someday you will wake up realizing that most of your life is behind you, that your parents are dead and gone and your opportunity to correct your part of what has been a pathetic situation, with them. In spite of what you imagine you'll think in the future, what I've written here is what you'll be feeling. Take the high road: be a better person, do better things, overcome as you'd like things overcome for you. Now is the time to initiate change, to be different and better. Blessings, Dad

Thursday, February 16, 2012

P.S.

FYI there are some things that are not appropriate for Facebook. And that is the nicest thing I can say in regards to that. I am still fuming about something and feel like it isn't even my place to be upset but I am.

And I don't want any pity. Does anybody ever want pity? I really don't think so. I think we just want to be understood. I absolutely hate pity.

Peace Out!

What now

Part of me has things to say, things I want to record, feelings I want to make known. And the other part of me says, "What's the point."

I am so tired of talking about my weight loss or lack there of. I'm tired of doctors who don't seem to have answers and want to suggest surgery. I have no problem restricting my calories. Isn't that the point of gastric bypass/lapband.

I am so tired of being stressed about what I put into my mouth. I am tired of being stressed about squeezing in enough exercise. I am tired of hurting. My hips, knees, ankles and feet hurt ALL of the time. I am tired of the anxious panicky feeling I have when I can't exercise. When Jeff says, "Take a week off, let your feet heal up a bit," I want to say "Yeah you're right I should." Instead I look at him like he's shouting blashemy.

I'm tired of people who suggest supplements, strange diets, fads, and want to make a dollar off of me trying to lose weight. I know how to lose weight. Cut calories, and exercise. I'm doing that. All. the. time.

I've gained 4 lbs since Thanksgiving. I can't for the life of me, get it to come off, and lose more. 300 minutes of exercise, 1200 calories, 15-20 miles a week. I'm tired.

I'm really tired of sounding like a whiner. But this consumes my life. I'm tired of it consuming my life.

And now my doctor thinks I'm starving myself, that 1200 calories aren't enough. If I were starving myself, would I have the energy to exercise this much, do all the things I do, wouldn't I be absolutely exhausted? Not that I have more energy than the next guy but I'm not dragging butt all day.