My poor blog. I haven't forgotten about you. You haven't slipped my mind; in fact you are constantly on my mind and I can't forget you. I've been embarrassed to write which defeats the purpose of having a "self help" blog. This summer has been a whirlwind of weddings, birthdays, work, showers, etc. I finally feel somewhat of a normal routine again.
I've been embarrassed to write because I had put a few pounds back on....with all the celebrating and lack of gym time I lost focus for a couple of weeks. Of course, when you are overweight you never forget that; you are reminded constantly day in and day out when your pants are tight or noticing your reflection walking by a store front. I have regained control and have gotten back to the gym and have been walking 4-5 miles in the evenings after work. My evening walks have been my biggest release; I rethink the day and my to do list and the more frustrated or deeper in thought I get, the harder and faster I walk....eventually run.
On another note, I had a huge realization a week ago yesterday (Sunday). I mentioned briefly in my first post about my Father currently undergoing dialysis. About 2 1/2 years ago, out of nowhere, his kidneys began to slow their functioning because of diabetes. My close friends know that this has been a long hard and draining process on my family physically, emotionally, and finacially. My dad has been in and out of the hospital because of his body rejecting the initial dialysis treatments. Finally, after a long year and a half to two years he began receiving "normal" dialysis treatments; for anyone familiar with dialysis, you know that this is a part time job. He goes three times a week for hours but has to rest for hours before and after. This, of course, is a small price to pay to see my dad leading somewhat of a normal life again. All this leads us to today, where in a month, my dad will begin attending orientation for a kidney transplant. Of course, the ideal and easiest situtation would be for one of our family members or friends to be a match. When all of this started, my brothers (2 younger ones) and I immediately volunteered to be the first ones to be tested. My dad is 53 years young with a lot of life left to live, and I would love to be the one that gave him what he needs to continue living that life. This all had me thinking a lot now that the "time" is actually forseeable and in the near future. What if after all of these months I am the one that can help him? What if I am the match?
I don't want to give my dad an unhealthy kidney (sidenote: I don't know what exactly makes a kidney healthy or unhealthy. I don't want to know. Let me have these thoughts, because it motivates me.) ; I want to give him a smoke-free, alcohol-free, lard-free kidney! One that can make this next stage in his life even better. Not to mention when someone does donate a kidney there is a lot of strain on your body. My dad will be loving life feeling good once he starts rocking his new kidney, where the donor feels a lot more strain at first because you are losing a piece of you. I want to be prepared for this. With all this being said, it has pushed me even further to aim for that healthy lifestyle I had already been striving for.
So happy Monday followers! I hope you have a wonderful, fulfilling, happy week :)
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