In Recovery

Sorry it took me so long to get back to the blog!

Mabel's doing great. She was requesting P0psicles in the recovery room, and by that evening she was ordering turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy for supper and ate most of it. She didn't stop there -- she ate most of the rice that came with my dinner, along with various amounts of pudding, gelatin and frozen novelties.

Now granted, she was weepy as she came out of the anesthetic, and she does complain of a sore throat from time to time, but other than that she's doing remarkably well. In fact, the hardest part is holding her down! She's supposed to be resting and taking it easy for two weeks -- no exercise, which means no gymnastics, no P.E. class, no outside recess. You might as well tell her not to breathe. I'm constantly barking at her to not run, not jump, and I even caught her cleaning her room!

I was getting ready to say I wish I was like that, but the truth is, I am getting more like her. On Sunday I spent the first half of the day being a lazy lump; sitting around, reading a book or watching movies. By 2 p.m. I couldn't take it anymore and went to the kitchen, where I quickly proceeded to wash the dishes, sweep and mop the floor, in addition to doing two loads of laundry. When Hubby came through to get a drink I said I told him I had to get up and do something because I could literally feel my brain and body dissolving into mush.

A few years ago this would not have happened. I was quite content to sit on the couch all day watching TV or reading books. Exerting as little energy as possible was a goal to attain as a means of "treating" myself. Now I can't bear it. The more I sit the more sluggish I get, and the more I start thinking about what I can eat as I sit there turning into a root vegetable.

That's not to say my eating was stellar this weekend. Nor was it an utter failure. I guess I'd give myself a C -- I made the effort each day to try to eat healthy, but each day I also slipped up some. But I did very little damage scale-wise, and I'm back to the good old routine today.

Except I didn't go work out this morning. My vehicle was parked in by Hubby's big SUV, it was cold and snowy and nasty outside, and to top it off my monthly visitor arrived a few days early and had me crampy and miserable (I'm not sure if it's because of stress, my medicines changing, my screwed up sleep patterns over the weekend or all three). But this afternoon I tried to redeem myself by trying out the P1lates 20 minute workout tape. Again, there were things I could do, things I went "how the #@*! am I supposed to do that?!?" to, and things I know I can get the swing of eventually. I can definitely feel the effects of it in my abdomen, glutes and thighs, which is a good thing.

Well, my little sweetheart is leaning over my shoulder telling me in her new M1ckey M0use voice that her throat is sore, so I better go give her the next dose of medicine.