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That really ticked me off. (to put it nicely)  Went for my checkup last Tuesday.  Started out great.  Got weighed,  the scale was good to me.  Got my BP meds lowered again, due to weight loss.   And doctor said he was proud of my weight loss.  Well, beg your pardon, but as I did all the work, it’s me who should be proud.  He had nothing to do with it.  Then he said I needed to get a pneumonia shot.  Well, I do not mind getting shots.  As long as nothing is being poked into me in a private place… no problem.  But when I asked why I needed it…. I mean I’ve never had pnemonia.  He said, “Well, when you reach a certain age……”    That’s all I heard.  I asked him what he meant by that crack?   “Well, uh…  I um, well… you know, just uhhh”  You get the picture.  Now I don’t usually have any problem with being 68 years old.  I think I look pretty damn good, and I’m getting healthier by the day.  Remember I just wogged a 5k, for God’s sake.   But to have someone make an assumption about my health, based on my attaining a certain age is unacceptable.  Especially by a doctor who is about the age of my grandson.  GRRRRRRRRRRR!  Well I did get the shot, I mean who wants to tempt fate?   Especially at my age!  Geeze, next thing you know some young thing is going to call me “elderly” and my blood pressure will shoot back up!@!!

I have incorporated weight training into my exercise regimen. ….  15 minutes, 3 days a week.  I can already see a difference after only two weeks.  My clothes are fitting better and I am even developing a bicep!  (actually two)  lol   But I only maintained last week and think I gained a couple this week.  I know it’s to be expected so I refuse to let it bother me.  It’s worth it and I’m tired of the scales telling me what to do!  So now it’s wogging three days a week, water aerobics class for an hour, 3 days a week and the weight training 3 days a week.  Not bad.  I’ve even had a couple of people ask me if I’ve lost more weight.  Ahh, don’t you just love it when that happens?  I also invented a new recipe.  I have an over-abundance of zucchini and yellow squash… and I had this brilliant idea.  I finely shredded some zucchini and cooked it with my oatmeal.  (1/2 cup old fashioned Qaker oats, 1/2 cup zucchini and 1 cup water….a little salt and cook until the squash and oats are nice and soft.  Then I stirred in a little vanilla flavoring, sprinkled the top with Splenda, added a splash of milk (Almond Breeze, for me) and I’ll be darned if it didn’t taste like zucchini bread.  Which I love!  You can add a little cinnamon if you like….   The squash adds 0 points if you’re a WW and really makes a big bowl of creamy cereal for less than 3 points.    I had some of the raw shredded zucchini left and tossed it in my tuna salad…. that was great, too.  Well, I guess that’s all I have to say…. if I come up with anymore bright ideas for zucchini I’ll let you know. 

If you know me then you know I do water aerobics three morning a week.  I love it!  BUT…….We share the pool and locker room with the high school swim teams.  When I hear those skinny little girls in the locker room complaining about the rolls of fat on their little toes and how their earlobes are starting to droop, I just can’t help but wonder what they think when they see me in the shower! Or am I so far out of their reality that I’m invisible? Like in another dimension? lol  Sometimes, just to be evil, we tell them we used to look just like them when we were in high school.  It gives them something to think about……….

Have you ever noticed that your clothes change from day to day….. like, one day I put on an outfit and think ‘I look pretty good in this.  I love the color and the pants fit great.’ and I go out the door feeling like a million bucks.  Same outfit next time…. I weigh the same, but I look in the mirror and OH MY GOD.  I look like crap… no way can I go out looking like a fat cow! :(  I call it looking at myself with my fat goggles on.  It happens all the time.  It must have something to do with my self esteem… it changes with the weather I guess.   Some Sundays I go to church so proud of the weight I’ve lost and then the next Sunday, darned if I feel like I can’t get into that choir robe fast enough…. quick so no one sees me for the fat girl I really am.  Does this happen to anyone else???

All I want to do is sing His praises!  I love being in the choir.  I feel so pure and good in my choir robe, and so close to Heaven in the choir loft.  So why am I put to the test with a church potluck on the first day of choir practice.  No way can I miss this first practice, we go over all the music that we’ll be using for the rest of the year.  After being off for the summer there is so much to catch up on…. the pipes  are a little rusty and some of us need  a little ‘tune up’ .  ;)   But a potluck is just asking for trouble.  I won’t even begin to try to describe all the different dishes that were presented, a few notables were homemade mac n’ cheese with delicious, big chunks of ham….   A carrot cake with THICK frosting.  (my downfall is frosting) Crackers and brie with wine, …. even Pastor Dave brought a huge chocolate pudding cake…..   The weather was beautiful and the tables were set up right next to the beautiful Row River….  It was perfect.  We ate ’til we were almost too full to sing.  lol        But we did practice for over 3 hours straight, so I figure …maybe… we used a lot of calories???   Don’t you think?   And I did help carry all the binders with our music to and from the car.   That had to burn some.    It just wouldn’t be right if all my efforts to sing for the glory of God was rewarded with a  ((gasp)) weight gain.   Would it be wrong to pray for something so selfish as making my mini-goal next week?   I’ll have to think about that…….

Just trying to see if I can put a picture in my blog….  I love dancing granny, that’s how I want to look by 2009.

That’s my motto for the Christmas Challenge.  It’s going to be my Christmas present to myself,only without the gray hair,  mine is blond and I intend to keep it that way!  

It was really 4 miles instead of 3.1 because the start/finish was 1/2 mile from the parking area.  AND it only took us 55 minutes.    We even passed two people.  My daughter walked with me, I know she really wanted to run, but she is so sweet, she wanted to walk with me on my first one.  It does make it easier if you have someone to talk too, and before I knew it we were at the halfway mark.  When I called my husband to tell him I finished he was amazed how quick we got done.  Made me feel like a champion.  I fully expected to hear ‘Chariots of Fire’ playing as we came across the finish line.  lol   Anyway, I’m proud.  (can you tell?)  Ready for the next one.  Bring it on!!!

Didn’t your mom ever tell you that?  Mine did.  Sometimes I forget and send a negative comment to someone.  I did that last week, and I apologized …. it wasn’t meant to be unkind, but it was.  It hurt someone’s feelings and that was not what I intended at all!  But it did serve a purpose.  I have to rethink how I come across to my buddies.  It is too easy to get all full of myself, to think I know it all and try to ’save’ all my buddies, who obviously don’t know half as much as losing weight and good health as I do.  lol  The fact that I ’slipped and fell’ into the peanut butter this week pretty much proves I don’t know half as much as I thought I did.    I think if we all need a little more kindness, a little less censure….  if ever there was a group of people in need of kindness, acceptance and a few hugs it’s all of us here at buddyslim.    So this is me sending love and hugs to all my buddies here.   Life’s too short, let’s not mess it up.  {{{{HUGS}}}}

I’m not sure what I was thinking when I wrote that title, but I saved it and put it away for a later blog so I must have had something in mind.  Maybe if I just keep writing I’ll remember what it was.  lol   It’s not been a particularly interesting week.  I’m trying to build my wogging back up before the 5k Sat.  I was in the hospital for a short time last week (stomach virus and heart rate in the 30’s because my BP meds were still too strong due to my weight loss…..sometimes you just can’t win!) and missed a few days exercise, then when I did start back up I noticed I wasn’t quite as strong as the week before.  I’m still doing the 5k, but not sure how well, or even if I’ll be able to finish, but I’ll do my best.  I don’t expect much in the weight loss dept. either…. IV’s seem to make it hard to lose.  Julie said it’s because the saline solution makes you retain water.  Grrr.  I’ll just have to work harder next week.   I’m feeling the urge to snack… my mind keeps going to the jar of peanut butter for some reason…  time to go for the iced tea and frozen grapes.  Talk to y’all later.

It happened while I was sitting here reading blogs. I was right here in ‘Buddyslim Land’ and absently told my husband, “bye, have fun Honey…drive safe.” All the things I normally say when he’s off to play golf with our son and a friend. And out of the blue the thought crept in…. I think I’ll have a little snack. Then I’m thinking, what can I have? Some of that good seed bread I got with some cream cheese on it….I’ll take it out of my flex points…. or maybe a ham sandwich made with that bread and some chips..? So help me God, I even briefly thought of John’s candy drawer!  And then I realized I’m thinking all of this while I’m reading blogs from buddies who are fighting this same battle, and I have the nerve to give them advice and support…what in the Hell am I thinking? I actually stopped myself on the way to a full blown binge. This is a first. I got a big glass of iced tea, my water bottle and a cup of frozen grapes. (Thanks April, you gave me that idea.) I’m enjoying them right now as I write this blog. Oh My God! Could this be a breakthrough? Do you suppose I’m cured? Well, I just had to share this. I know I haven’t blogged in a long time. In fact the last time was when I wrote my ‘naked shower’ blog and the fallout from that one sort of left a bad taste in my mouth…so to speak. lol Anyway, I hope I’m as successful next time the ’snack monster’ threatens to attack again. Right now I’m so full of water, tea and grapes, I know I’m safe til dinner.