Recovery is hard

The boy's surgery went well.  He was discharged from the hospital a little early because he was doing so well.  As soon as the nurse said "technically he can go now",  the boy jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. He was looking forward to getting home to play with the new Hot Wheels set I bought for him as a prize for having to go through the surgery. Luckily he was hopped up on drugs yesterday and was able to play for awhile before the pain set in today.

Today was a bit rough.  He woke up in pain and no sooner did we give him his meds did he start vomiting.  The poor kid. Imagine having your tonsils out and then having to vomit on top of it. Ouch!  On top of all that, he ended up spiking a fever.  That worried me a little.  They say it's normal after surgery but I still didn't like it.

Needless to say, it's been a long day.  I'm thinking tomorrow should be a bit better as his fever broke a little while ago and he finally agreed to drink something other than the few sips of water that I had to plead to get him to drink.  Hopefully tomorrow we'll be able to get him to eat a little something.

It's going to get rough even as he's healing because I'm told to keep him relatively inactive. That should be fun.  I have a four year old boy. You do the math on that one!  I'll just have to take it one day at a time, I guess.

This has been a rough road emotionally and physically.  The physical stuff has to do with the types of stuff I've been eating over the last few days. We've been so busy this week that I never even thought to make sure there was enough in the fridge to get us through surgery day and today.  I was left eating less than stellar kinds of foods.  Let's put it this way, I am dying for a proper meal.  I can't believe that I used to eat like this on a daily basis!  No meals.  Just icky snack-like items that are packaged and come with no nutritional content.  I'm craving a salad and some fruit!  Thankfully, hubs has offered to run to the grocery store tonight to pick up some essentials for the morning. I'll then be able to work on a meal plan for the rest of the weekend and into next week.

The weather is cooling back down.  With that, I plan on starting my walks back up.  The rough part though is that tiny man can't join me on his bike...not for another 10 days or so!  Poor kid.  Until then, I will walk on my own on the days that I can and I am committing to start my at-home workouts back up.  I feel like sludge and don't like it.

Setting goals for the rest of September:

• Lose 11 pounds-or as much as I can (that's what I've gained-YIKES! -I'm owning it. No excuses. No nothing.  Moving on).
• Hydrate!  Oh how I haven't been drinking enough water.  Every organ in me hurts. And the swelling!  Ugh. 
• Along with hydration - cut down on the diet soda. I'll quit some day.  I'm just not ready just yet.  You can show me all the posters and statistics you want, I'm still gonna drink it.  I'll get off it again.  I probably won't announce it though until I've stopped for quite some time. This is a rough one for me. I'm an addict and I know it. :) 
• Get back into exercise. I'm not going to the gym right now, can't afford it. I will commit to doing at-home stuff though.  I need it. I feel better doing it. I will be a happier gal if I just do it. 

That should be a good start. I keep trying to hit that restart button and then get derailed.  I'm pretty sure I've hit my "rock bottom" for now though. I hate the way I am feeling. These last few days have really helped me to remember why I was eating better and getting into the gym.  Have to just take it moment by moment and those moments will eventually turn into days then weeks...you get the idea. The rough part is getting started. Need a few great days under the belt which is always good for a bit of momentum.