I got home Wendesday afternoon, scrubbed the top layer of grime off the kitchen floor, swept the rest of the floors free of doggie-tracked mud and leaf-debris, spent oodles of time with the pups, did laundry, unpacked my car, and sorted through over 3 weeks of mail...
Thursday was Group Day. Support Groups for NAMI, that is. I
also did a ton of errands between the group sessions. Paid all
the bills for this month, found a pet-crate for Ace (we discovered that
he loves having his own little space that is not available to the
others, and I've found that he messes less, thereby meaning that I can
perhaps in the near future put my rugs back in place), and took care of
some things for the gym.
Friday, I had my assessment at the gym. My blood-pressure was
elevated, so they didn't want me to do the bike test. But I did
all the others. Lesson learned: there is a reason that I
should not have caffiene (d'uhm debbie, d'uhm). Monday I will do
a blood-draw and then Tuesday I am scheduled to finish my assessment
and be oriented and then I'll be ready to USE the gym.
I also did a few other things, including stopping at the Social
Security office for yet another attempt at explaining that what was
supposed to happen, didn't, and that my checks are being cut in amount
when they are not supposed to...FINALLY, I managed to get some sort of
response which included action, forms, and a number and name to call to
check progress. Yea!!!
My fat butt needs the gym, and how! I weigh in at 232.3 pounds
and at 5'6" (and according to my skin-caliber measurements), my BMI is
at 36.something. That's not good, no matter what sort of health
conditions I have or don't have. I figure for my weight, I should
be at least 7'2"...
I do feel good about what progress in my "to-do" list has been
made. But there is still so much more. At least it feels
managable, for the most part.