Wednesday, January 15, 2009

Ok, now, today was the day scheduled through work to start the weight management class. I was looking forward to it, and got there, signed in, and went back to be weighed (yuck)and have my blood pressure taken. While I was in there with the nurse, a very thin woman came into the room, and reached down, at what I thought was a drawer. She started taking her shoes off! I looked at her and she said, "Oh, I guess it's ok for me to be in here, I won't look at your weight or anything." And I said, "Oh, the way you went past all the people who were waiting in the lobby to come back here, I just assumed you were a nurse!" She said, "Oh, are they here for the same thing?" And I said, "Yes, why? Didn't you sign in?" And she said she didn't think she had to, and that she hoped it would be ok, because she was supposed to be in the 12:00 class, but she was in a hurry. That got all over me. We did what we were supposed to, got there before our 11:00 class, and waited, and little butt came waltzing in there, like she owned the place and like no one would mind that she felt she was more important. She turned to the nurse and said, she was hoping she could go ahead since she was there, and the nurse said, "I don't know, I have only been here 3 days." So, naturally, Ms. I-Am-More-Important, went ahead, and don't you know, she left by a side door, not the lobby. When I went back and sat down, someone said something about her, and I told them what I had said. 2 different women in the group said that she needed to take her little toothpick butt and get gone. I couldn't believe the b*&^s on her! I didn't even say what all I wanted to. When I have been in line with people standing behind me somewhere, and some Busier-and-more-important-than-you has sidled up and said, "You don't mind if I go ahead of you, do you, I'm in a hurry", I have been known to say, "No, I don't mind, but some of the people waiting their turn might, so you need to get a signed note from all of them, and then I will let you in front." I have also stopped someone who just cut in and loudly told them, "Excuse me, I know you didn't cut in front of all of us busy people on purpose, but the end of the line is back there!" I get really ill at bad mannered, ill brought up people. Oh, well. Enough of that. The class was great, and taught by one of our City Nurses. His name is Dennis, and we had to choose a name for our group, and someone suggested The Achievers, and I thought, oh, yeah! It sounds like a singing group, Dennis and The Achievers. We all had to tell everyone what we had for breakfast, tell what and why our goals, and set an action plan. I went home from work and joined Weight Watchers again. I joined in June, and in 2 months had lost 20 pounds, but then went to help my daughter when the baby was due, and then we had the hurricane, and had to stay at a relative's house with 17 people, so we pooled foods that were likely to spoil, then back to the hospital, and lots of eating whatever whenever, and I got off of it. I still am under what my beginning weight was when I started in June, but it is edging up there. I'm tired of being tired, I'm tired of not getting admiring looks, I'm tired of feeling like I'm ten years older than I am. I want to wear clothes that DON'T look my age, I want to be healthy and with some energy again. So, for my action plan, to be sensible, I said that the first week, I want to completely cut out added sugar and processed sugar. That is doable, done it before, and can do it again. I am pumped for this! I want to feel like going to see my older granddaughter dance in June, I want to play with the younger, and most of all, I don't want to have a massive heart attack and die, like a friend of mine did this past week. I went to work on Friday, and one of my co-workers, who is a Sgt. was crying. I knew something horrible had happened, because this Sgt. is Susy Sunshine normally. She pulled my arm and told me to follow her, and we went to her office. I asked what was wrong, and she still had my arm, and told me my friend had died. A cold chill went all over me, and I had to grab the desk and lean over. I got upset, and honestly felt like I had to hold on to the desk for support. This friend was 4 years younger than me. She was 50. This friend had been heavy and lost a great deal of weight through stress of taking care of an aging father, adding a room on her house for him, taking care of a husband and a 12 year old daughter, and working. Recently they had to put Dad in a nursing home because of his health. She had lost the weight without surgery, and appeared to be in very good health now. But, I think, and from things that I have been told since, and her family thinks, that her body was just worn out. The heart attack that killed her woke up her husband at about 5am, and now, Saturday I have to go to her funeral, along with my cousin and her daughter. I will be very glad to have their company. We will be surrounded by friends, and she is in Jehovah's memory, and just resting now, but it is still very sad, and very sobering. Makes it just a little easier for me to leave off the junk food, and get just a little more sleep. People who say, "Hard work never killed anyone" don't know 'that of which they speak'. I guess it be said that it depends on what kind of hard work, and what else you have going on.