Things I've Learned

So today is Saturday. I have no idea where the time has gone. Actually, I do. It's been spent laying on a couch, catching up on Army Wives, eating some Jello and macaroni and cheese. While I've been trying to recover, my wisdom teeth operation has taught me a few things:

1. I could never EVER be a vampire. Nope. I hate the taste of blood, especially after my surgery on Thursday. Guess I could never be Bella, could I?

2. Macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes have healing powers. They were the first food that I could eat without wanting to puke my guts out. 
3. Netflix is amazing. Seriously, without it, I'd probably be twiddling my thumbs trying to figure out what to watch. Especially now that they have some Disney classics on it!



4. My family is the best. All three of them have been doing a really good job of taking care of me. Even if I'm kinda over the fact that I have to call my dad on his phone if I want to step downstairs. 
5. J is a great fiance. I already knew this, but he's come over almost every night to check on me. Even if last night, he laughed at my swollen chipmunk cheeks.
6. Which brings to another point: I would not be cute with big cheeks. I've always been jealous of girls that have gorgeous cheek bones and cute heart shaped faces, but there's definitely a reason I'm not supposed to have a face like that. :)
7. Pain killers and antibiotics stink and rock at the same time. They make me feel good and yet yucky all at once. Not cool. Medical field make some meds that just make you feel good okay???

So there ya have it. My lessons from my recovery. Now I'm off to sleep and maybe attempt the Jaguar game tomorrow? I'm not going to be cheering anyways, since we'll be getting our butts kicked by Tom Brady, so it should be a good recovery spot!

PS. Holy cow! It's 3 days until Christmas. Seriously where did this year go???

Not feelin' it

This might be my first blah post. I decided to go to the gym today to do my strength workout. When I got there, I was excited to see that my trainer was there working out. Even though I know he's obviously not watching me, I work out harder when I know he's around.

Here comes the blah part. About halfway through my first circuit, I start to feel nauseous. The feeling didn't go away. So I decided to just do one of each circuit. As I'm finishing up my last circuit, Trey (my trainer) comes up and asks me what's wrong.  So I tell him.

I've been on Pristiq, an anti depressant/anti anxiety medication, for the last seven months. I went to my doctor and asked him if I could start weaning myself off it. I've been working out more, eating healthier and my work environment is no longer a stress factor. He agreed. But here's the kicker: the side effects are awful! I feel like a 50 year old woman going through menopause. Worst of all is I feel nauseous during my workouts, so I can't finish them.

Trey was really understanding. He told me it's great that I'm at least trying to work out and that I am putting forth the effort. He told me I'm a lot stronger now than when I first started working out, and that I'll push through. I think all personal trainers have an innate ability to make you feel better.

So here's to hoping these side effects go away soon. I really love my strength workout and it kills me that I can't finish it. Sorry this isn't a happy post, but I told myself this blog is for me and the truth is we all have blah days don't we?