I had my follow up appt with my orthopedic doctor today. He was pretty neutral in his assessment, but did say he was surprised I was still having pain, as minimal as it is. He thought I’d be better by now (although I told him I was felled by bronchitis last week, which doesn’t exactly lend your body to being in a rehabilitative state), and we talked about various options, surgical and therapeutic. I’d like to avoid both of those, thank you very much, and told him as much. He said that since I was pretty active before, I would probably be okay working things out on my own, but to keep an eye on things and to come back in a month if I am still having pain. He also suggested swimming and biking, 2 non-impact movements to help get things back on track.

Biking. Why is it always biking? (more…)

It’s 1:30, and I’m awake. It’s a combination of a couple of days battling a cold at night and some wacky sleep patterns during the day (you know it’s bad when you resort to taking theraflu and pass out in the middle of the day, just to stop coughing) and no exercise. (I walked a mile on the treadmill last week though. So, you know, progress. But when I tried to run .25 of that mile, I ended the lap in pain and in tears at the injustice of the universe.)

I also tried to take a break from FB. My goal was a week. I made it about 4 days. But seriously, how am I supposed to stay away from FB if I can’t sleep? It’s like FB was made for this kind of stuff–lonely people who are a little bit bored. No wonder FB is mentioned in 1 in 5 divorces.

Also, at night, defenses are down, people start getting honest. Or goofy. Or both. (more…)

Sometimes I go back into the archives, to see what my life looked like 5 years ago, or 6 years ago, or even 7 years ago (yup, we’ve hit the milestone. I can’t even begin to believe it).

This week, I decided to pull back from FB, just to take a break. It wasn’t anything specific, I just felt myself getting sucked into things that probably weren’t healthy for my spirit, and definitely not healthy for the small child I was ignoring.

To fill the FB void, I turned to the blog (yes, I can fully appreciate the irony of filling one internet addiction with the other, and understand how silly it is. Please don’t point it out to me). I checked on what I was doing 6 years ago in March.

I was pulling away from the blog. (more…)

Of course, we had to give up cable and so I haven’t seen the last season and I sob regularly about it, but somehow, I carry on.

Anyway, super sexy Type 1 Diabetic from season 2, fan favorite Sam Talbot, has put out a cookbook for diabetics.

How could I NOT get it?  (I know, the same way I don’t buy everything else, but still, it was kind of required for me.)

I am not the cook in the household, that honor belongs to my husband, but there were some things I wanted to try. And of course, I had to try them TODAY. And Sam is supposedly all about simplicity and real food. So I made a list and my husband and I headed out the door. (more…)

Okay, let’s crack this blog open with some good old fashioned controversy. And who better to swarm around in a buzz of parental indignation than Amy Chua?

You see, I spent the first part of this week on vacation with my family, and I picked up “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” to keep me company along the way. I figured I should finally jump on the bandwagon and see what the fuss is really all about.

Now I know why so many people got so fussy. It’s definitely a fuss invoking book.

And it reminded me of a lot of Mormon mommies I know. (more…)

Poking my head out of my blogger slackiness to share some links with you and ask for prayers.

Meri, who writes Our Diabetic Life, has 4 boys, three of whom are Type 1 diabetics. They recently discovered that her husband has metastasized melanoma, and they have found tumors in his brain, lung, and abdomen.  Radiation begins today.

They are asking for nothing short of a miracle, and are asking for as many prayers as possible.  So please go to their facebook page, “like” it, or their blog, and send some love.  (You don’t need to say I sent you, that will mean nothing to her, I am not someone she has a bloggy connection to.)

So please pray.  Thanks so much.