Yesterday was eventful. As we stood outside to smoke, a couple of my nursing friends were giving me a "pep" talk. I was explaining to them that I was a little disgusted with my progress and not being able to progress to anything really except soft foods still. We were talking and then they said "Maybe you need to be on some wellbutrin." It really upset me. There are confidants that I trust with everything and I am sorry if this was not all it has cracked up to be. The thing is, I really haven't talked to them but this once about it. Besides my husband and keeping this blog, I keep my adventure to myself. I know their will be tragedies and triumphs, and right now between school, working, four children, (one in cheer leading and one in soccer) and being the team mom, I have been quiet disgusted with not being able to get my exercise in and basically having to live on protein shakes to survive. I would never say to them..."I think you need medication" after one day of bitching. Which brings me to my question...DO people really just say anything anymore? A couple of weeks ago, a couple of friends of mine on two separate occasions (and these friends do not know each other) said in conversation with me, "
Once you get the weight off you will be gorgeous" UMMMMM okay, I never say to them "Hey once you do something with your nappy hair you will be fabulous" or "Once you fix those teeth you will look great" I mean WTF? I didn't let it bother me, but comments like these take you off guard and for a split second, it causes you to question the entire relationship. I mean seriously do they not know I am gorgeous already? How am I even supposed to respond to a comment like that? On a lighter note, last night was my second workout. I got to the gym at 10:15 (My hubby didn't got home from work until 9:30) there were only two people there and I enjoyed that. I did 15 minutes on weights concentrating mainly on my fat upper arms. This is one area that I have got to get toned up. I spent 25 minutes on the treadmill and only 4 minutes on the elliptical. I then worked on my abs some, but because my husband had built muscle behind his port, and almost pushed it through the skin, I took it easy with that. I finished up and felt great. When I got home, Andy gave me a Swedish body massage....so no soreness this morning. It was Fantastic! It takes three weeks to develop a new habit, so I am going to the gym for the next three weeks solid, hoping that I will in some way become like Dagny and have a new fetish with it. Until next time...Choose your words carefully...you can impact some one's life.
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