Tonsils...UGH!!! I had mine out two and a half years ago when I was 41 years old. It was HORRIBLE. It didn't get HORRIBLE until about eight or nine days after the surgery...just like the doc said it would. He was right. "They" always say it's harder on adults to have this surgery. He told me exactly what to expect and he was spot on. (He is a great doc.) Wish he'd have been my doc when I was nine years old and taken the suckers out then!
Anyway, for the last month, my throat has been hurting. For the last week or so, it's been really hurting. REALLY. I tried fat-free fudgesicles. They didn't work. I tried sucking on sour balls. Nope. I even tried cough drops and ibuprofen. Not a bit of relief. So, I tried more fudgesicles more often. Today, I finally gave in and went to the doctor. Did you know that your tonsils can grow back???!!! What kind of deal is that? I'll tell you, it's a BAD deal!
Now I'm not sure that that's why my throat hurts but all I know is that I have a small right tonsil again! I couldn't get much past that bit of news. I go see the ENT in a couple weeks. In the meantime, I'm going to have another fudgesicle...and maybe a margarita or three.
Shortly after my first tonsillectomy, I told my ENT that I'd rather have another hysterectomy than another tonsillectomy. Uh-oh...you don't suppose ovaries can grow back too, do you? Oh my goodness...maybe I'll just skip the fudgesicle in favor of an extra large 'bucket-o-margarita'. The kind that it takes two hands to hold. That might sooth my throat AND my nerves.
Pass the salt, please.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Downsizing My Closet
I've spent the last couple days going through my oversized closet. Not only is the closet oversized but so are the clothes in it. The good news is, some of the clothes are now too big. YEAH! So, I'm downsizing.
I should have done it twenty pounds and a dozen trips to the mall ago. The only reason I'm doing it now is because my neighborhood is having its Fall garage sale in a couple weeks. In my neighborhood, that's a big deal. We can't just have a garage sale...we can only have one when the neighborhood association decides we can. Part of the covenants. (Don't get me started!)
I've been trying on clothes am tickled to find how many zippers zip without a struggle now. I'll have to remember that when I'm kicking and cursing as I head out to the gym. I'll still kick and curse, just not quite as loud or for quite as long. The scale hasn't been moving as much as I'd like but today showed me progress in other ways.
I'm still a long way from the point of "rightsizing" my closet but as long as the downsizing keeps happening, I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing.
In the meantime, I've got a lot of stuff to go through in the next couple weeks. Ugh! Is there anything worse than having a garage sale? (I know the answer to that...yes, having it on a weekend not of your choosing! Don't get me started!!)
I should have done it twenty pounds and a dozen trips to the mall ago. The only reason I'm doing it now is because my neighborhood is having its Fall garage sale in a couple weeks. In my neighborhood, that's a big deal. We can't just have a garage sale...we can only have one when the neighborhood association decides we can. Part of the covenants. (Don't get me started!)
I've been trying on clothes am tickled to find how many zippers zip without a struggle now. I'll have to remember that when I'm kicking and cursing as I head out to the gym. I'll still kick and curse, just not quite as loud or for quite as long. The scale hasn't been moving as much as I'd like but today showed me progress in other ways.
I'm still a long way from the point of "rightsizing" my closet but as long as the downsizing keeps happening, I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing.
In the meantime, I've got a lot of stuff to go through in the next couple weeks. Ugh! Is there anything worse than having a garage sale? (I know the answer to that...yes, having it on a weekend not of your choosing! Don't get me started!!)
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Picture this...
I got the monthly email update from the gym a couple days ago. It was full of the standard stuff. New classes, time changes, reminders to stop taking the towels home, etc. But then there was something definitely out of the ordinary..."no pictures, please". That got my attention. In all the years that I've worked out at gyms, I don't think I've ever seen anyone taking pictures. I've certainly never had anyone specifically tell me not to take pictures. I guess when I was juggling my water bottle, towel, keys and iPod, I just never thought to reach for my camera as I was heading out for a workout.
It seems that one of this season's "Biggest Loser" couples belongs to the gym. Okay. Got it. I also understand the request to respect their time and space. After all, I'm going to the gym to get a workout, too. Heck, I want my time and space respected. But, I'd have never known they were there if they hadn't pointed it out in the email - or if the local news station and newspaper hadn't done stories on them and made a specific point of the fact that they were working out at that gym. My guess is, neither would 99.9% of the rest of the city. They could have just left the name of the gym out. You know, like I have. So much for flying under the radar.
Several years ago, I was a Richard Simmons success story. When Deal-A-Meal was all the rage. Back when you had to lose weight at home and then get on TV via an infomercial - not lose weight on TV via a reality show in order to be a "weight loss star". I was everywhere when you flipped the channels. I did national talk shows, local talk shows, Richard showed my clip on QVC for months and the infomercial ran morning, noon, and night for over a year. There were print ads in the Sunday newspapers. Heck, I was even paging through "Glamour" magazine one day and came across my picture in a review of "Sweatin' to the Oldies 3". I have to say that in all the time that I was in the national spotlight, other than a photo shoot I did at the Y in Aurora, Illinois one day, no one ever took a picture of me working out at the gym. And, rarely did anyone ever interrupt my workout.
But times have changed. Paparazzi have changed the expectations and the bounds of reasonableness. I wonder if people really do have to be told to not take pictures at the gym? It will be interesting to observe from the distance. I hope that my workout schedule crosses theirs sometime just so I can see how others react to them - and vice versa. My guess is that everyone will do their own thing and no one will even notice that they are working out. Don't you think?
(btw Red Team...best of luck! I hope you win it all!!)
It seems that one of this season's "Biggest Loser" couples belongs to the gym. Okay. Got it. I also understand the request to respect their time and space. After all, I'm going to the gym to get a workout, too. Heck, I want my time and space respected. But, I'd have never known they were there if they hadn't pointed it out in the email - or if the local news station and newspaper hadn't done stories on them and made a specific point of the fact that they were working out at that gym. My guess is, neither would 99.9% of the rest of the city. They could have just left the name of the gym out. You know, like I have. So much for flying under the radar.
Several years ago, I was a Richard Simmons success story. When Deal-A-Meal was all the rage. Back when you had to lose weight at home and then get on TV via an infomercial - not lose weight on TV via a reality show in order to be a "weight loss star". I was everywhere when you flipped the channels. I did national talk shows, local talk shows, Richard showed my clip on QVC for months and the infomercial ran morning, noon, and night for over a year. There were print ads in the Sunday newspapers. Heck, I was even paging through "Glamour" magazine one day and came across my picture in a review of "Sweatin' to the Oldies 3". I have to say that in all the time that I was in the national spotlight, other than a photo shoot I did at the Y in Aurora, Illinois one day, no one ever took a picture of me working out at the gym. And, rarely did anyone ever interrupt my workout.
But times have changed. Paparazzi have changed the expectations and the bounds of reasonableness. I wonder if people really do have to be told to not take pictures at the gym? It will be interesting to observe from the distance. I hope that my workout schedule crosses theirs sometime just so I can see how others react to them - and vice versa. My guess is that everyone will do their own thing and no one will even notice that they are working out. Don't you think?
(btw Red Team...best of luck! I hope you win it all!!)
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Welcome to * Results Not Typical
Thanks for stopping by my new blog! This is the place for discussing novels and navels...books and bellies. I'll be posting about weight loss and weight gain (oh no!). And, I'll be telling you about some great books and authors.
As soon as I get this whole blogging thing figured out, I'll post a couple pictures. Some of you might recognize me from "Sweatin' to the Oldies 3". That's where I got my asterisk. You know - "* results not typical". Of course, I should have had the asterisk much earlier - like on my birth certificate. Nothing has been typical about my life...and I wouldn't have it any other way. My life has been a grand adventure. And God willing, it will continue to be for years to come!
So, I'm going to do what I always do. Instead of holding on with both hands, I'm throwing my arms up in the air as the roller coaster crests this hill and I'm going to laugh and scream and enjoy the ride. I hope you will come along and enjoy it, too!
As soon as I get this whole blogging thing figured out, I'll post a couple pictures. Some of you might recognize me from "Sweatin' to the Oldies 3". That's where I got my asterisk. You know - "* results not typical". Of course, I should have had the asterisk much earlier - like on my birth certificate. Nothing has been typical about my life...and I wouldn't have it any other way. My life has been a grand adventure. And God willing, it will continue to be for years to come!
So, I'm going to do what I always do. Instead of holding on with both hands, I'm throwing my arms up in the air as the roller coaster crests this hill and I'm going to laugh and scream and enjoy the ride. I hope you will come along and enjoy it, too!
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