Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Not Bad

I met with the nutritionist for the first time since before I went to Louisville. I actually lost weight since then. Between Dad in the hospital and everything, I seem to have lost weight. Maybe it is because the Topamax has sapped my appetite.  I’ll take it.

This whole thing with Dad has sort of scared me. He is only 61.  Granted he was a bit wilder then I ever was. He was 20 in 1968 after all but he is way too young for the problems he has. I am a lot like him. Freckled, fair skinned, built sort of like him with shorter legs (unlike my Mom, same height but legs 2 inches longer than mine) and I will probably go down the same path.

I can do something to stop it. I can treat myself better. I am much better at not bashing myself inside. I am liking myself better. Maybe it is wearing the jewelry, putting a bit of make-up on in the morning and the multiplying of freckles. I can treat my body better by taking care of myself fully.

I can’t take care of anyone unless I take care of myself.


  1. Just wanted to say "THANKS" for stopping by on my SITS day! Hope you have a great week!

  2. Thanks for the NPR link - I'll check it out. Congrats on the weight loss. I don't think it's true that just because a parent has health problems, a child will inherit the same ones. It's pretty obvious that you take good care of yourself.

    Wow, 20 years old in 1968...what a great year to be that age! I'd love to see a picture of your dad from the era sometime.


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