Great Day

We had a great day today. Lots of errands, Subway for supper, and a really good doctor visit.

I love my doctor's scale. It's lower than mine at home! lol My blood pressure was the best ever. I'm a little calmer about the ablation on Friday. She did an excellent job of putting me at ease. She also suggested I take a Xanax the night before (actually she told me to take 2) so I'd sleep. I almost said, "But you didn't write the prescription big enough for me to waste 2 on sleep! lol Which is true. I will probably take one.

We discussed anxiety a bit. She kept redirecting to questions about the procedure, and I kept redirecting to the anxiety. lol She told me that two Christian psychologists come to her office every other week and she would recommend them. Now that would have been nice after Dad's death, but she said she didn't know if they did cognitive behavioral therapy, which is what everything on the Internet and in books says works with anxiety. She also raised her eyebrow when I suggested hypnotherapy.

I think I'll make some inquiries on my own next week. I'm kind of stubborn, I want what I want. When I get my mind set on something, it's difficult to change it. Then again, I also know myself really well and I trust my gut. I also trust my research--and I do keep an open mind when I read up on things. I want someone who specializes in it, because it's just very serious business to me.

Kind of funny, the doctor never acknowledges or asks about my weight. Not once. She doesn't say good job or anything when I mention I've been doing Weight Watchers. She's heavier than I was when I started. They gynecologist I saw? He went all happy-crazy when I told him I had lost 30 pounds a few weeks back. I was going to ask if there was anything I could do about my average .9 per week loss that Weight Watchers tells me I have, but decided against it. It makes me wonder if she, herself, really struggles with her weight, especially with her education--knowing what she knows.

After Subway my son and I ran to Wal-mart. I found a cute pair of shorts on sale for $6. They were a size 18/20. When I held them up, I thought no way. I tried them on at home and they fit perfectly. Cool. I'm used to the 22/24 stuff. I still haven't cleaned out my closet, and I'm still lacking in the britches-that-fit department, so that was a nice, cheap addition.

My son and I got brave tonight and decided to walk all three doggies at the same time without my husband. I was afraid they wouldn't behave. Wow, was I surprised. My son took Apollo, who wants to herd cars when they pass, and I took the other two. We had a beautiful 38-minute walk! They all behaved wonderfully. So I think I've found my solution to the exercise/shower thing for now: Walking in the evenings. I get lost in my thoughts, as does my son, and it just seems to melt the stress away. I was really surprised at how sweaty I got. I did hop in the shower when I got home and put on my jammies. My legs were sore and I did take an Ibuprofen, plus I got a nasty blister because I wore my sandals and not my tennies. I'll wear appropriate footwear tomorrow. Good for me, good for my son, and good for the dogs. Win, win, win.

While I was in deep thought, it occurred to me that I am getting better. Not just with weight, blood work, but in my head. I'm feeling a bit stronger than I did last week. Just a little, but the foundation is starting, it's building. I want it so much, and when I want something, I get stubborn.

Yes, it was a great day.