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Originally Posted by krampus
It's a big adjustment living at my parents' again. I forgot how upsetting it is to be around my dad's poor health (he has Meniere's and is always in bed feeling badly, and is quite obese) watching my mom deal with everything stoically and say things like "It sure is nice having someone to do things with" to me. At least I'm guaranteed a 3 mile walk with her every day...
Krampus, I feel for you. I moved in with my parents when my father was dying, for the last seven weeks of his life, and found it one of the hardest things I've had to endure. God help me, I was so relieved any time I left the house, and so always willing to run errands or pick up things at the grocery store or what-have-you. I found out then how much time I need to be alone every day: It's a considerable amount, like a couple hours. Or I'd try to disappear while still being physically there, by reading or becoming engaged in a jigsaw puzzle. I felt if I didn't reserve & set apart a bit of myself, I was going to be engulfed & trapped forever.
Today I'm crestfallen because the doctor pointed out at my appointment that I'd gained a little bit of weight and wanted to know why. He took an A1C test. Said it would be "interesting" to see if my levels had changed due to the slight weight gain.
I think he wanted to hear me confess to the unhealthy things I've been eating. The confounding thing is that I don't eat anything unhealthy. I overeat healthy things in large portions. (Also, I've got my period. And I've been doing some serious weight training since May, when he last saw me, such that it's made a big difference in the appearance of my arms. This accounts for some, but not all.) So I can't even enjoy having had cake or cookies or candy or fried chicken or U.S. Chinese food or whatever else.
No.
I'm the girl who accidentally bought organic Greek yogurt with cherries already in it, and, upon realizing her mistake, read the ingredients. I saw evaporated cane juice on the ingredients, and so now I'm afraid to eat it. So it sits there in my fridge while I think of donating it to the office fridge with a sign: "Please take -- Free ---"
Anyway I'm mad at him because when he took my blood, he hit something where I felt this horrible burning twinge run down the whole length of my arm, to my wrist. I yelled. He said maybe he got a nerve but that it would be all right. But it's sore now at the side of my wrist.