There is one down fall to no longer being in constant spasm (it's equivalent to lifting weights all day): I have gained weight! Sure, I'd rather have my mobility than have a rocking body, but I still want to be fit. I have always been one to lift weights at the gym because it used to be a necessity for me. I had to keep my muscles working so they wouldn't wither away to nothing.
Since my new diagnosis, I still enjoy going to they gym. However, I also enjoy making homemade breads and cake and then eating them! I still have not gotten back to where I want to be since having John and feel like I need to switch up my workout a little bit. So, today I bit the bullet and hauled a friend of mine with me to the YMCA for Dance Aerobics!! Can you picture me doing this????
Let me be honest with you. I have no rhythm and spend more time focusing on keeping in step with the rest of the class that I'm usually about 3 seconds behind everyone else. But I don't care!!! I was doing it. It may not have been pretty and even though I felt sick to my stomach for a couple minutes, I danced for an hour! I must add that I think I had a smile on my face for 90 percent of it and plan on doing it again next week!
So, if you live in the area and want to join me (or want a good laugh), I'll be at the Ridgedale YMCA, Thursday at 9am in Studio A. I'd love to see you there!!!!! If I can do it, you can do it!
So, it's cold outside. I live in Minnesota, so when I say cold, I'm referring to sub zero weather with a wind that freezes your face! The Gov of this fine state has called off school for Monday, something that hasn't happened since the mid 90's!
With the snow flying and my body chilled to the bone (after getting groceries), I decided that today was the perfect day to make homemade Potato Corn Chowder and Spaghetti Sauce. These are two things that I have never attempted to make. Oh, and don't worry, I don't plan on serving them together.
I couldn't help but smile as I chopped veggies and measured out spices for nearly two hours. Back in the day, it was all I could do to make Hamburger Helper! Plus, in weather like this, my muscles would become to spastic to do anything other than sit. I love that I enjoy cooking for my family.
Now that my cooking is nearly done, I can get started on the laundry that is waiting for me outside the bedrooms. It is a blessing that I can do what I want, when I want. It's colder than heck outside, but I grateful that it's cozy warm in here.
It's been over 24 hours since the snow stopped coming down, but the roads are still a mess. Luckily, I can handle it (not always the case). Tonight as I was trying to get Winona to basketball practice, the car in front of me could not make it down the icy road. The poor driver tried to go, but her wheels just spun and spun.
I waited a moment thinking that someone would come to her rescue (the road was basically a parking lot). I was wrong. I hopped out of my car and began to push her vehicle in hopes of helping this young girl who was trying to get home.
I was so proud that I was able to help her. As she began to drive, I got back in my car and slowly made my way down the road to only see her stopped once again. Since I was still in Superwoman mode I began to push her car once again. This time I couldn't free her. She was on a patch of ice and I was slipping as I tried to push her car that wouldn't budge. Eventually, she got going on her own.
I'm pleased that I was physically able to help this girl, but I couldn't help but wonder why wouldn't anyone help me push the car when I couldn't free her on my own. Offering a helping hand only takes a couple minutes out of your day and most people really appreciate it. Sure, Winona ended up being late to practice, but it was the right thing to do.
I now have the physical abilities to help others. I can't find any reason that justifies looking the other way, so I ask that when you see someone in need, no matter how busy you are, take a moment to give a helping hand.
This upcoming Christmas will be my third year celebrating the holiday with my new diagnosis. I still have a hard time understanding that I can shop alone and wrap gifts in record time. Don't hate, me, but I'm nearly done with my shopping and I've wrapped 90 percent of it. I don't do it because I like to be ahead of the game. I do it because I fear I won't get it done in time.
The old me had to rely on family taking me to the mall to purchase gifts. I had to do all my shopping prior to Thanksgiving because I phsyically couldn't manage the mall after Thanksgiving. Driving a big mobility scooter through crowded paths at the mall just doesn't mix. As for wrapping, it took be a minimum of ten minutes to wrap each gift. After three or four gifts, my hands couldn't do it any longer. I just couldn't manage cutting and don't even get me started on the tape!
This past week, I was beginning to feel stressed that I hadn't started to wrap the girls presents. Christmas is closer than it seems. Even though I know I'm capable of completing the task, my mind feels like it's the old me (and can't do it on my own). So, while John napped, I wrapped. Before I knew it, I had wrapped a dozen gifts in under two hours! Me. Alone. By myself!!!
I am so blessed that I can manage the holiday's on my own, but honestly it's not important what's under our tree. It's the people I get to share these moments with that matter most.
It's hard to believe that another year has passed and it's Halloween already! Growing up, this day was bitter sweet. I loved creating a costume and getting a haul of candy, but I dreaded walking house to house at the most difficult time of day (afternoons and evenings were always a challenge). I was never about to give up time with friends or chocolate, so I used up the last of my energy and even borrowed against the next day just so I could experience this special day like every other American kid.
Now, I love Halloween. It's no longer bitter sweet. It's just SWEET! I was able to take my kids to the Goodwill in search of the perfect costume (disco girl, cat and dog) and I have invited friends over for dinner tonight. I wasn't ever able to make a nice meal for guests. Today I made two kinds of soup, homemade wheat bread and a Halloween cake that impressed my girls. The best part of this day will be tonight when I take my kids out trick-or-treating. I will get to see the look on John's face when candy is placed into his pumpkin for the first time. I never experienced that with the girls. A mobility scooter can't go up steps, therefore, neither could I.
As kids, Halloween is all about the candy. For me, it's all about creating more happy memories with family and friends.
Have a safe and happy Halloween everyone!
Last weekend we visited an apple orcahrd. I was able to walk freely down the rows of trees and even pick a few apples. It amazes me what I am able to do these days and can't help but feel blessed.
The girls and I made two pans of apple crisp. Can you believe that I had never made this popular american dessert before? I was never able to peel and cut this fruit. The best part was the Steve said it was the best apple crisp that he's ever had.
Life is a gift and I intend to really appreciate all the good things that God continues to send my way.
Once again, I feel like I am living a miracle. As you are all aware, there was a time in my life that I was dependent on others and I needed to use a mobility scooter to get from point A to point B.
This evening I attended Winona's 6th grade curriculum night alone. Yes, alone. Steve had to work and I was happy that I could drive myself to the school and walk class to class in the sea of parents without worrying whether I would fall or not.
Tonight I felt strong, free and confidant and am so grateful for all my new abilities. I love that I can go to bed tonight feeling the way I do. Life is more than I ever expected it to be.
Well it's September and that means the beginning of a new school year and afterschool activities. Sharon is going to be a Junior Girl Scout this year. To her that means being with friends for after school meetings, making crafts and selling cookies. For me, it means ironing all her patches onto her new sash.
Because I'm still relativly new to all of this, it takes me about an hour to carefully iron on the 10 patches that make up her uniform. There was a time in my life that I didn't trust my balance and coordination to use a hot iron. I have to admit, this is not one of my favorite new tasks, which is why I waited all summer to do it.
Sure, I could complain that this job had to be done, but how could I do that? I have been given the gift of dexterity, better balance and most importantly, my beautiful Girl Scout. So even though there are things I would have prefered to do this afternoon, I will give thanks for the things that I was ABLE to do this afternoon.
Ironing on patches is just one more little thing in life that I don't ever want to take for granted. What did you were you ABLE to do today?
I never imagined that I would have kids, much less great kids. Before my new diagnosis, raising the girls was so physically challenging for me. I wasn't able to walk them to the bus stop, cook them nice dinners or play tag with them in the yard.
Because of my new medication, I was able to drive my girls to the YMCA and take a Zumba class with them. For 45 minutes we danced together, side by side. I couldn't help but smile that I was on my two feet participating in a physical activitiy with my girls.
I may not have been able to play in sports as a young girl or adult, but I'm going to take every oportunity to take Winona and Sharon to the gym with me. Tomorrow we will being attending a Yoga class. Never in a million years would I have thought that those words would come out of my mouth. How lucky am I!
This past weekend we went up to the Boundary Waters and stayed at a cabin on Moose Lake. While there, we spent a day fishing. We met our fishing guide, Sue, at the dock at 8am and didn't return until nearly 7pm. This was a first for me and prior to our departure, I wasn't a bit nervous. I knew that I would be able to sit in a rocking boat for several hours and walk into the woods to use the latrine.
When we headed to shore for lunch (our guide brought a shore lunch), she asked me to jump out of the boat and hold it just enough so it wouldn't float away. I have to admit, I wasn't sure if I would be able to do it and my sister-in-law, Emily, offered to do it for me. Even though I was uncertain of my abilities, I had to try and I knew that there was a good chance I would fall into the shallow water in the process.
As soon as I got to the front of the boat and we were inches from shore, I put my right leg on land and quicly said, "I'm glad I've got long legs!" And that's when I just about did the splits over the water. I had one leg planted on the ground and the other still in the boat. I was able to get both legs on land without falling in the lake. I was proud that I attempted this task, but after lunch I asked Steve for help getting back into the boat. I wasn't about to press my luck and wanted to stay dry the rest of the afternoon
I really enjoyed spending the day fishing, talking with Emily and getting to know Sue, all while watching the great view God had created. I must add, that I caught nine fish. Not bad for a rookey. Of course, I couldn't have done it without the help of Sue.