Two Good Things

Two more good things. I'm working on this positive attitude thing. I really am. workworkwork.

1. Hurricanes make for fast days at work.

2. Date with meadmaker tonight! Yippee!

And, because I'm really working at this...

2+. The basement is looking fabulous.

[braindump] Stuff and more stuff

Lots of work this week. I suppose that's to be expected after a major hurricane hits. Funfunfun. Anybody got the number on that truck?

So, some things I have learned...as patient as I can be, the Gods will consistently put things before me that require MORE patience. Ok. My biggest issue? Being patient with myself. Grr. I know.

I'm tired. I slept and I'm still tired.

Ben continues to decline. He's eating again, a bit. Not at all his old voracious self. That is, unless you include CHICKEN. Ben loves chicken. That is something he will beg for. And, you know, at least when he does that, I know he hasn't lost all desire for stuff.

I think I'm really starting to appreciate waking up next to my sweetie. It's taking me a while to get there, though. I'm still getting used to it.

And I'm really learning to trust in his support.

Now I have to stop "waiting for the other shoe to drop."

Blehhhh

Well, bleh.
It looks like I have to keep a closer eye on sugar issues than I previously thought.

My mother, at age 61, has developed Type II Diabetes.

She's managing it well with diet. Perhaps if she can get my dad to come along on these dietary changes, he'll actually lose some weight, too.

But this also means it's on both sides of my family....

Dad's gramdnother had Type II Diabetes.
My mother has Type II Diabetes.
Dad's cousin had Gestational Diabetes, which developed into Type II after her third pregnancy.

Add to that the family history of stroke on Dad's side of the family and heart disease on Mom's, and I'm scrod.

It scares me. So why can't I manage my weight?