Monday, February 19, 2018

Time to Grow Up and Put On The Big Girl Panties

Yep, it is time to grow up.  Time to take charge. Time to do the right thing and I know what it is.

I have severe arthritis in my knees.  It hurts like -- just add whatever descriptive word you prefer here.

I have had cortisone shots, had fluid drained, done exercise, rubbed it with all manner of "stuff" and, while it helps, it isn't a "fix".  I feel sure that the only "fix" is surgery but I don't want to do that.

The thing that I keep hearing is lose weight.  I need to lose weight.  I have needed to lose weight for years.

I know that the only thing that is going to help my knees is weight loss.

I have been doing the moderation thing, I have been using a couple of visuals to keep my eating under control and it was working.  I lost 9 lbs.  I didn't count anything, journal anything -- nothing -- just eating when I was hungry, not eating when I wasn't and trying to make good choices.

Then came the Girl Scout cookies.  I'll just leave that here.

Tomorrow I have to go back to "the plan".  I have to do this or I won't be able to walk. I am not being over-reactive in saying that.  It is a fact that I have to face and if I don't do something about it that is what my future holds.

So, here I go!

PS -- I gave up soda and never went back surely I can give up cookies! 

Nona is Just a Little Cra-Cra

Nona -- that is the name I go by most often nowadays.  Even my little Brownies call me Nona.  Well, Nona has just had a couple of cra-cra moments lately.

As everybody knows, we moved house in late November or early December-- I can't remember which.  We got most of our things moved and then things went downhill quickly so we are still a bit scattered with a lot of stuff at the other house.  Moving the rest of our stuff was put off what with illness (dreaded flu) and MIL getting sick and passing on.  So, I didn't think much about it all until I started missing things.

Wanting to make an angel food cake, it occurred to me that I had no idea where my hand mixer was.






 Looking for shoes that wouldn't hurt my feet I realized that I had lost my Tieks.



I looked everywhere for both these items and simply couldn't find them.

So, back to the old house I tore up everything I could to find them.  I packed up most of the rest of the kitchen thinking that I would run across the mixer.  I went through bags of stuff for charity shops thinking I just tossed the Tieks. 

Nothing, nada, no go.

I was bummed so I came home and went into my closet.

I moved a pair of sandals and what do you suppose I found?  No, not the mixer but I did find the flats.

Then yesterday morning I went into the kitchen to make some breakfast and I couldn't remember where I put the griddle.  Well, there is one cabinet that I forget I have -- I don't know why, it is a galley kitchen but this one cabinet completely eludes me and since I don't use the griddle on a daily basis -- well -- you can see where this is going.

So, I open the cabinet to see if that is where the griddle was and voila! Yes, the griddle was there and so was -- the handmixer.  All very organized and lined up neatly. 

I can't believe that I couldn't remember bringing the thing home or putting it away so neatly but there it is!

And I was very glad to find my shoes.

I will be glad when everything gets moved so I can finally have all my stuff here and I won't look so idiotic when I "lose" things.

The last couple of months have been very hectic and scattered and I need to feel grounded.

I think I will go to the other house and move some more stuff.

Have a wonderful day!