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!