Before: Prior to August Surgery

After: Taken in November 2011

Phase one: August 11 2011 gastric sleeve surgery provided a fighting chance to overcome lifelong obesity.  Appearance was not the issue.  Large gals can be beautiful. But as a nurse, I could see signs of health issues arising that might soon become irreversible.  Since the surgery I enjoy an energy surge, healthy lab reports, and a multiple of other benefits of weight loss.  Here are before [Aug] & after [Nov[ head shots. No, you don’t get to see the rest of me until I’m done shrinking.

Phase two:  I need a third hip prosthesis revision.  This is in no way typical, but the complications from the first surgery 11 years ago (infection) required further surgical interventions, but provided ten years of great mobility.  However, for every pound I carried, the load on knee and hip joints tripled.  Do the math.  I wore my poor baby out.  So February 23, if plans progress, the third hip prosthesis and I will shake hands—joined at the hip so to speak.


 I’m a writer.  I want to write.  For readers and friends who read my blog who are not writers or authors, there is a difference between the two terms.  A writer typically is unpublished.  An author has published works waiting for readers to honor his or her craft by purchasing their stories, essays, or poetry.

But body maintenance and bookkeeping for two home businesses, plus domestic responsibilities have ensnared me in a time warp, gobbling up writing time (including this blog. But I love the connections with people, so what’s a gal supposed to do?)  Add the surge of energy directed at recapturing order in my home.  Most important, I love my husband, children, and grandchildren and friends.   Well, I love the dogs, too—I think.  But husband is their master and all I have to do is snuggle & coo at them.

Every problem has a solution.  The idea came quietly as I relaxed in Juneau with grandchildren.  When I got home, I juggled financial priorities, rented a low cost off-season room in a local B & B two days a week, and  left my home environment.  And wrote.

I’ll let you know if the seclusion works.  The wisdom in the writing world recommends writing every day.  I agree.  Hopefully, my two days will be a jump-start to new habit forming disciplines, guilt free.

Bloggers usually have a schedule for posting.  I don’t.  If I find something interesting, beautiful, funny, or informative—whatever it may be—I will post randomly as I’m moved or as time allows.   I would be honored if readers subscribed to my blog so they wouldn’t miss anything (smile and a wink.)  I strive to keep the blogs short, as your time is likely more valuable than mine!


Food for Thought: Obesity

Imagine paddling a canoe at dawn!

Computers, desk jobs, stress, arthritic joints, age and limited time supply the conspirators that challenge efforts to get healthy. There is an old saying “past behavior is a good indicator of what to expect in the future.”

Diets do work. Every diet out there works.  Less food in, more exercise, and the pounds drop off.  However, recent discoveries through PET scans of brain chemistry, wiring  and behavior,  point to the reasons behind a lot of addictive behaviors.  It is not so much the substance one uses to zone out that makes us reach for it, but the memory pathway of how it makes us feel.  Food actually overcomes a lack of serotonin (feel good chemical) … and kicks in an endorphin (another feel good Chemical) response.

Diets create an enemy within that lurks to correct an attempt to starve the body, and we, who fight this battle, need tools to help us.

We cannot totally abstain from food.  Throw in some genetics, some psychological layers acquired through life experiences, and the problem of obesity ranks high for steeling some quality of life and physical capability.

Each of us must find our own pathway … what works for us … our experiences, health and genetics are unique to us alone.  But to everyone who struggles, I’m pulling for you, along with pulling for me.   Never give up.  Hats tipped  to all who strive, but please know it is not a moral issue or a personal failure.  The chemistry is stacked against us, and knowing that really helps.  Ask any soldier … understanding that which fights against us can be a great  key to winning the battle.  And forgiveness, like charity, begins at home.  Love ourselves first.  And really, there is nothing to forgive!

Well, for a Wednesday post, this one’s hitting the presses a little late.   But I was busy gathering tools today.  Hugs.

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