Not sure exactly when or how I hurt my shoulder but it definitely affected me yesterday while working out. I had to do some modifications and not go as heavy with the weights for my left shoulder. If it’s not better by next week, then I’ll need to get it checked out because moving it a certain way hurts like a mutha.
I’ll be working out again in the morning and decided today that I’ll start going in 3x’s a week (plus my workout on Sunday mornings) instead of 2. I want to change my mindset on how I view Monday’s and start appreciating that I’ve been given another chance, to see another day. Plus I really do enjoy going to workout. I know there are some things to be concerned about as I get older, but hopefully with exercising and taking better care of myself, I can help lessen the blow.
About a week ago I kept hearing birds outside chirping more than usual and noticed what appeared to be a bird on the ground. I thought maybe it was sick or something and decided to go check. Turns out it was a baby bird (fledgling) which I left alone considering it wasn’t injured. Momma and daddy were close by.
I thought it was pretty cool seeing this right outside my front door. I kept a close eye out as best I could since cats like to visit my yard. There’s something peaceful about seeing nature in action. I’m not sure what type of bird this is.
(After coming home from an outing, I checked back to see if him or her was still there and it wasn’t. Hopefully it went about safely to do what it was needing (learning) to do; fly and be independent.
I decided to take a break from social media (I’ve been on the break for almost a month) because it was spending way too much time on there + the class at the time had me feeling some type of way emotionally + the daily bombardment of tragic event within our country and other countries (via the news media) was just too much for me; especially as someone who is an empath. You would think the book I chose to read, would be the last thing I’d want to read but I’m glad that I did.
Reading the book has given me a different perspective from my father’s point of view and now I understand why he felt the way that he did.
I’ve found some pretty nice swimsuits at the thrift store and some with the tags still on like this one. It’s a size large and I paid $5.00, give or take + tax. No, I don’t care that my fupa, panniculous or whatever you want to call it, shows. Until I decide to have the panniculectomy procedure done, I’ll continue to be secure within myself to rock whatever I wear. Otherwise, no amount of surgery could fix that if I’m not happy within myself from the inside first. I may not like that particular area and want it gone but I genuinely love me some me.
I think I’ll start blogging about some of the great finds I come across at our local thrift stores, but first, let me get this out the way.
I dress how I want, in what I want. I know when it’s appropriate and when it’s not to wear certain types of clothing. That’s as far as I’m explaining myself. If you’re easily offended when it comes to cleavage, showing tons of skin, etc. then I’m sure there are other blogs that will suit your needs.
Today I reached my 50th workout at my gym. I received a t-shirt to celebrate that milestone.
When I first started doing HIIT, I bout died. I still feel that way when I go workout and in my head, I’m saying all sorts of cuss words. LOL! But once the workout is over, I’m pretty proud of myself and happy that I got it done. I never would have thought I’d be someone that enjoyed going to the gym to workout.
I like to do my workout in the mornings which is the 6:15 a.m. class during the week. I’m up usually around 5:30 so I give myself enough time to brush my teeth, get dressed, feed the cat and eat a light snack. Also, this gives me enough time to get to the gym so I can stretch and get a warm-up in to get my heart rate slightly up.
Remember that book we all read, back in the day, when we were expecting our first babies? Well here’s my blog version of that helpful little book, but it’s about the other fun thing that happens to us women. Hello. My name is Andy, and I survived menopause. And so did my husband. I remember when […]
After having my hysterectomy, it seemed as though my hair started coming out more and more. I’m not sure if the hair loss was/is due to hormones (I’m on HRT’S), having hypothyroidism, relaxing and/or dying my hair. Whatever the case may be, there were days when I was almost in tears due to the amount of hair I was losing.
That led me to start cutting my hair recently. Interesting enough, it’s been awhile since I’ve relaxed my hair, and I’ve noticed that the grey hair hasn’t come back as quickly as it normally does. Also since cutting the relaxed hair, my hair hasn’t been breaking off as much. I’m thinking it’s a combination of my hair being relaxed and medical issues that resulted in my hair being a hot ass mess.
When my hair is in its natural state, I think it’s really pretty and I love seeing my curl pattern. However, my curl pattern and texture is different in certain areas and it’s thick; even with all the hair loss. Those “issues” is what leads to my becoming frustrated, which in turn leads me to relaxing my hair. I know at this point, it’ll just take discipline and patience.
Yesterday I received news that my sister had passed. I’m still attempting to wrap my head around her dying.
Tony is 12 years older than I am and we pretty much grew up together. She had some disabilities due to being hit by a car when she was young. However, she was smart as all get out, funny, and didn’t hesitate to tell you off either. We definitely had our share of fights because I didn’t like being told what to do. I still have the scar of her slamming my finger in the door. Of course we always made up because that’s what you do as sisters.
I think we owe not having black knees because of her (lol). She didn’t play about us not taking baths. Even now when I take my showers, I make sure to scrub my knees. She didn’t play when it came to her money. If you weren’t contributing to the household, financially, you got an ear full from her about using too much water, washing your clothes, etc. If you messed up, you cleaned up, which is something we all owe to our momma. I don’t think there was anyone that didn’t love her (my sister) though.
She was told she would never have children but went on to have 3. Two of her 3 children were killed in a devastating fire at our momma’s house and Tony was never the same after that.
I need to see if there are any pictures available of my uterus. I asked my gyn what it looked like due to the Fibroids and she said “Imagine what Mickey Mouse looks like?!? That would be what your uterus looked like. The hubster was able to see it and….well yeah *sad face*. The crazy thing about the surgery is that my gyn wasnt able to locate my right ovary, so we have no idea if it dissolved or what.
Had to have post op appt. today due to a slight issue. Good news – somewhat! I’ve lost almost 20lbs. Woot! Woot! Don’t have much of an appetite at all but need to be careful. Bad news: Had to take bottom staples out due to drainage AND looks like the lower half is trying to split open. Didn’t seem to close. Sooo, we wait and see and I’m to keep as dry as possible. Worse case scenario is having to do wound care. Been there! Done that! Not trying to do again – EVER! No HRT. Going a different route to deal with my body being “off”. Damn you crying spells and insomnia *Throws up fist* I go in Wed. to remove the upper half of staples. *1 week and 2 days post op.*