Getting Healthier and a Little More Organized

It feels like a rare thing, but things are coming together for me. Getting to the chiropractor has put me on the road to health. Looking back over how I had been feeling, I can now clearly see that a lot of what I was feeling was related to my spine. The part of my neck that is out of whack is where all the nerves for things like mood, depression, anxiety, etc are. The fact that the nerves were being choked explains a lot of how I depressed I had been feeling. I'd gone from rarely having panic attacks to having them fairly regularly.

Now that I've had a few adjustments, I can feel a difference. My mood is still out of whack, but it's getting better. I can usually feel when a panic attack is coming on and try to warn my husband so that he knows that I'm not myself. There is nothing quite like seeing yourself being a bitch to the people you love and not being able to stop it. It feels like you're watching yourself be this way. I'm hoping that as my chiropractic visits continue that the moods will even out as my body starts healing itself. Seeing a light at the end of the tunnel and the possibility of feeling better is such a huge relief. It was just a couple of weeks ago that I cried in my husband's arms in despair, afraid that I would never get better. It's amazing what a difference a few weeks can make.


As for getting organized, my husband and I spent Father's Day clearing more stuff out of our basement. He had to take a load of stuff to the dump today and we've dropped a lot of stuff off at the thrift shop. Some stuff we were holding on to for silly reasons. My rocking chair was broken and had been broken for years, but it was something he was going to fix. We let it go, realizing it was never going to get fixed and it was just sitting down there making us feel guilty. It feels good to get rid of stuff like that. I'm pretty sure we had two non-functioning VCRs, some blankets we were saving for the local animal shelter and a few other things. It felt so good to get the stuff out of here.

We were able to fold up the futon that has been a dumping ground for years and we finally got the sheet off it so we could wash it. Today he set up my desk for my "office" space. I'm getting psyched to work at home! As much as I like seeing my friends at work, I think going home is going to be a good option for me. I can hardly wait for the approval to happen so I can start working here. No more juggling the single car we have with the kids and who needs to be where. Can hardly wait!

This is My Wake Up Call

Wake up call?
Originally uploaded by Banalities

Last night, my seven year old looked at me and quietly said, "Mama, you look like you should lose weight". There was nothing malicious in the way she said it, just a statement of fact. And for once, I didn't get defensive and feel bad. She is right. I need to lose weight. Especially since there is diabetes in my family, both Type I and Type II. I'm more likely to develop Type II, especially because of my weight, especially since I carry it around my middle.

The ironic thing is that I first got my depression treated because of my little girl. I wanted her to have a mother who would be there. So, for this little girl, and for myself, I'm going to start taking my weight more seriously.

So, what does that mean? First off, I'm going to get up off my butt and actually use the Wii Fit more instead of just thinking about it. I've just issued a challenge to my husband that we're each going to use the Wii Fit everyday. He needs to take care of his heart, so if we can motivate each other, it should be fun (I hope!). I'm also going to have to change my eating habits. I've already bought more fruits and veggies this week and we're going to have to eat them.

So here goes something--and hopefully it's the weight!