Saturday, September 26, 2015

90 Day Challenge-Day 1

In case you don't know, I am a distributor for It Works Global. I've seen lots if success stories surrounding a 90 Day Challenge. This is a health & wellness regimen that you follow for (wait for it..) 90 days 😉 to lose weight and improve your health.
The supplements involved are Ultimate Thermofit, Fatfighters & Greens. I'll share more about what they do later. 
So, I've decided to take this challenge!
I have lost 130lbs with the help of the VSG (sleeve), but am stalled and really want to lose another 15lbs to be at a healthy weight. 

I am going to use my blog as an accountability tool. I'll be posting updates, before/during/after pics and anything else I notice while on the challenge.

Day 1:  weight = 170

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Anxiety is a Buzzkill

It's no secret that I grew up, the daughter of an alcoholic. While it's not something I talk about much anymore, it is still (and will always be) a huge part of my life. As a result of my childhood, I have a pretty bad problem with anxiety. 
The stories I could tell from my childhood would shock some of you (not all...and to those folks, I'm sorry...as that probably means you have been exposed to worse).

I have noticed that my anxiety has gotten way worse since my Daddy passed in April. The other day while driving I was thinking about it and started to think about my Dad, and wondering what happened to drive him to drink so much...? Then I wondered if he, too, struggled with anxiety. I can totally see how it would be easy to drink to relieve these feelings. I, thankfully, have had some treatment and counseling to help me cope. My Daddy may have never seen those options when it started. Sadly, I'll never know. Whatever it was that triggered his drinking, it breaks my heart that he struggled with it for so long. Alcoholism is a disease, and it's a battle I witnessed him fight for my entire life. 

My anxiety is something I struggle with every minute of every day and it's exhausting. It's hard to explain how it feels, and it's frustrating not to be understood. I am actively seeking natural ways to help ease it, so that I won't be so dependent on medication to mask the feelings I have. 

Ultimately, I don't want this to cause my son to develop an anxiety problem. I want the cycle to be broken. I want him to be happy & healthy...both physically and mentally.



Friday, April 17, 2015

Asking for a little understanding, and forgiveness...

Just when I feel like I'm doing ok, something comes along and throws me for a loop.  Just this week, I was hit with this feeling multiple times.  A few times at the hands of a once-dear friend.  Once at Kroger when I heard a super depressing song on the radio in the store.  And, once when I was just sitting quietly and I had to explain that my sitting quietly does not mean I am mad, or upset or anything.  I know this will happen many more times over the coming weeks and months.  I do hope it gets better.

So, I guess I'm asking for two things:

First, I need a little understanding from those around me.  I am not the "typical" female when it comes to these things.  I don't just want to sit and talk about how I feel.  I need time to process what I'm feeling, and then I need more time to put those feelings into words.  I'm weird like that, I guess.  

Second, I am asking for forgiveness.  This is definitely the hardest thing I've ever been through. The loss of a parent, is literally the loss of one of your ties to the past.  It's hard.  I never in my wildest dreams imagined it would be this hard.  So, I'm asking for forgiveness if I'm short with you, or if I just want to sit quietly and not talk.  I sometimes just want to sit and decompress.  On top of the difficulties of losing my Daddy, I have also experienced the loss of a life-long friend.  Both losses were completely unexpected, and knocked the breath out of me.  

I found this Native American prayer when trying to decide what to have printed inside of my Daddy's memorial card at the funeral.  This was my favorite, because it fit him so well.  You wouldn't know it to look at me, but my family is Indian (Native American).  I guess those genes skipped me!  My Daddy was proud of that heritage, and loved all things Indian.  


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Frankly my dear, I don't give a straw....

It just doesn't have the same ring as the final line, does it?  I never realized there was a whole list of alternative lines ready to go, just in case the producers of Gone With the Wind couldn't get approval to say "damn" on the big screen.  It's amazing how times have changed.  We go from needing approval to say "damn" and "hell" in a major motion picture, to being allowed to use all sorts of language on 30 minute TV shows.

Honestly, I can't imagine that line being any different.  "I don't give a straw" or "I don't give a hoot" would have just ruined the character of Rhett for me.  Also, my Daddy wouldn't have had his signature line, either.  I remember being a kid and finally asking him what he meant, and who Frank was!  He just laughed.  I really don't remember him ever explaining it to me, and I don't remember how I finally found out.  But, once I knew what he meant, I would just crack up at the confused looks of others when they would hear it....knowing they were wondering the same thing I had once wondered.  (I took pity on most, and explained it to them...)

I can't believe it's been a week since we buried my Daddy.  Today was my first day back to work, and it was tough, but not as bad as I thought it would be.  I was overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness and generosity shown to me today.  My job is tough, but the people I work with make it better.

I'm glad to have learned to develop and cultivate new friendships, especially in light of recent events in my life.  My newer friends have helped me so much during this sad time, when lifelong friendships failed me. And, without going into details about it, I am glad to say what Donny Joe would have said about it..."You know Frank."
Daddy, I love and miss you.  I thank you for helping me to become the woman I am.  I know you won't mind that I've adopted your signature line.

Until next time,
Amanda

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Do you know Frank? If not, let me introduce you...

As I think back on my previous week, I have a flood of emotions going through my mind.  On Monday, April 6th, my Daddy passed away.  Monday, April 6th, was also my 13th wedding anniversary.  This date will now always be bittersweet for me.  My Daddy walked himself (barely) into the hospital on Thursday, March 26th,  He had been sick and everyone had been begging him to go to the hospital to get some help.  But, my Daddy always did things according to his own schedule.  He didn't like to be given a time or date to do things.  We knew he was sick, very sick, but we didn't realize the extent of it until he was practically rushed to ICU and we were being asked if we would give consent to place him on a ventilator (read: life support).  Even at this point, we had so much hope and confidence that he would get better in a few days and he would be able to come off of the ventilator.

A very stressful week later, he was still very sick but seemed to be improving slightly.  He didn't look as swollen, his heart rate and blood pressure were OK, and the doctors had him on a good mix of sedatives to keep him sleeping peacefully.  We were still very confident that he would be better, just not as quickly as we had hoped.  The respiratory therapists/social workers/nurses were even talking to us about extended care facilities and putting in a trach so he could get up and move around and communicate with us.

My husband and I had a trip for our anniversary planned that weekend - leaving Saturday and coming home on Tuesday.  We were going to Savannah, and after talking with the nurses we decided it would be alright for us to go.  Sadly, Daddy took a turn for the worse Saturday afternoon and after being in Savannah for about 2 hours, we packed up and headed back home.

Saturday, Sunday and Monday all seemed to run together.  Multiple opinions from doctors who didn't know Daddy were ordered, we were told that he would not improve and asked what we wanted to do.  We could leave him on the machine and keep him with us, but we were advised by all 4 physicians that he would not survive if taken off of the ventilator.

What do we do? My poor mama couldn't and wouldn't make that call.  My sister agreed with the doctors but I couldn't ask her to sign that paper.  I felt that, even though I was the youngest, I had to be the strongest.  I signed the paper.  I signed to remove my Daddy from life support, knowing it would take a miracle for him to start breathing on his own.  At the time I was so sure of the decision we made, but now, almost a week later, I'm tormented.  Doubts flood my mind...what if I had fought to have him moved, what if I had asked for more tests, what if I had not consented to put him on life support in the first place??  The rational part of me knows I did the only thing I could have done.  My Daddy would not have wanted to be on life support to begin with...but the optimist in me just knew he would get better, and how could I not try?  I was willing to take the brunt of his anger when he woke up - because that meant he would be awake and with us.  It was absolutely heartbreaking to hear 4 doctors tell me there was no hope of him recovering.  How could a man WALK into the hospital and a week and a half later be alive only by a ventilator?

Here are the morals of my story people:

  1. Get Healthy!  Both physically and mentally!  Take care of yourself, if not for you, for your family and friends.  Don't take crap from people, but don't be ugly for no reason.  
  2. Do you know frank?  Well, I do...                  and if I say that, it means I don't care!  I'm not going to bother myself with silly, trivial things.  I'm going to focus on my mental health, and be the best mommy, wife, daughter, sister & friend that I can be.  
Stop smoking!  If you don't smoke, please don't start!  COPD is not something that can be cured, but it is something that can be treated and you can live with it.  COPD took my Daddy's life, his oxygen levels were so low that the carbon dioxide levels just kept increasing.  

Create a will, a power of attorney and write down your wishes if you are ever so sick that you can't make the decisions yourself.  Please don't make your loved ones sign those papers.
My Daddy was a free spirit, an artist, a fighter, the best man you'd ever know and sometimes the worst.  He was an awesome guy to have as a Daddy.  He taught me to cook, to drive, to play poker, to take care of my home, to create things with my hands, to wood work, to upholster (sort of), and so many other things.  He could create anything with his hands, he was a master upholsterer and carpenter.  He could fix a car, the plumbing or electricity in a house, and just about anything else. 
And man could he cook!  He never measured anything, so you had to really pay attention to learn how to cook from him...but I am  proud to say I picked up a few good recipes from him.  I can make a pan of biscuits, a pot (yes, pot!) of macaroni and cheese, and some awesome cornbread.  I'm still working on my dressing...but I'll get it right this year, I just know it. 

I needed to write this down while it was on my heart.  These are all things I wish I had had the strength and courage to say during my Daddy's funeral service.  I had time with him before he passed, I cried, I laughed, I apologized and forgave.  I am hopeful that he heard me, and knew that I loved him so much.  

Hugs,
Amanda

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Ok, so I suck at following through....

....but that is about to change.

After my post (many moons ago, but that is neither here nor there) about the It Works wraps, I never did post results or my thoughts.

First, let me say that I did not do the full box of wraps like I was supposed to.  I tried different parts of my body....which is fine for some folks, but it didn't work for me to do it that way.  That being said, I am going to try this again.  I am going to do one part of my body, and use the stretch mark and firming gels to get maximum results.  

I am going to start with my tummy.  I am super excited!  I have signed up as a distributor for It Works!, so if any of you would like to try the wraps (or any of the other fantastic products), please let me know!

My It Works! webpage address is:  http://amandajanewraps.myitworks.com/

Stay tuned.... (I promise to follow through this time!)