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I find myself doing things different then what I did before.  I will take pepsi one’s with me when we go places so I’m not stucking getting pop or something I shouldn’t have when i get thirsty.  When we go out to eat,  I make sure to count my points but still stop when I’m full.  I think about every bite that goes into my mouth.  Today, instead of ordering a pizza to be delivered (hubby’s idea because he didn’t want to go get my salad), I called my MIL to see if she can go get me a sandwich instead.  She’s going to BK to get me a whopper jr with cheese no mayo.  I like mayo but save 2 points by not having it.  I would have enjoyed my pizza more and 2 slices equal the whopper jr; however, I may not have stopped at 2 pieces.  Jakob told me to order half and half and he would eat his half for supper.   I would have done this gladly for Domino’s because I don’t care for their cheese pizza.  I would have to order pizza hut and I do like their cheese pizza.  I’m trying to stay on plan for more then one reason.  I feel like everything’s out of my control right now.  The one thing I can control is what I put in my mouth.  I have the piece of mind knowing that I am doing what I need to in order to lose weight.  I want to get this weight off and keep it off.  I can almost guarantee that once I get back to walking that I will lose weight just because I’ll be allowed to move.  The great thing is that I’ve seen people do things for me that I don’t think would have normally.  My SIL drives from Logansport to take me to ww meetings and has come to just feed me.  Of course, we visit which beats it all.  We all know that I love her.  My parents are helping with taking me to dr and therapy appointments.  They are also feeding me on Friday.  They don’t normally go out of their way for people including their children.  This is at least the impression that they have given us.  I’m glad that my  impression was wrong.  My son like I’ve said previously is being a trooper.  He makes sure that I stay on plan during my weak times.  Hubby also has him in charge of doing laundry.  Hubby doesn’t know how.  Hubby is a unique case.  He has been great for cooking and dishes.  He, however, doesn’t do it with even close to a smile on his face.  He grumbles and yells.  He loves me but he has a knack for making me feel worse then I already do.  There are things he won’t do just because he doesn’t feel like it.  It really sucks.  He told me it was a hassle to get me out and then wonders why I feel like an inconvenience.  If he’s ever in my shoes, he may understand more.  I’m trying to be sympathetic with him.  There are times that he’s great.   Okay, I don’t want to make this  depressing like yesterday’s entry.

I don’t know if I  blogged on my son’s wrestling.  My son just started wrestling.  He dabbled in it last year but it didn’t go anywhere after  he didn’t get to wrestle in his first meet due to no one being in his weight class.  He decided to give it another shot this year.  He did get to wrestle in the meet last Sunday.  He won first place.  My husband came home gushing about how good he did.  I didn’t get to see it but I’m proud of him as well.  Well, he gets to go to the meet this weekend in Battle Creek, Michigan.  He could have gone last year but we didn’t take him because he won by default and we didn’t want him to go up there and get embarrassed.  He’s been more gung ho this year and is really into it so we are taking him this year.  We have a hotel room reservation.  Yes, my non walking behind is going.  We have a wheelchair.  Hubby wasn’t going to take him without me.  I’ll hurt because of my foot dangling but I have pills for that and I will survive.  It’ll be nice to get away.  I’m not exactly sure I’ll be able to watch him actually wrestle due to my wheelchair and not sure how everything will be set up.  I may just have to find a place to park and take a magazine to read.  We will take the camera and take pictures.  I’m excited.  The child deserves this for helping me.  I love my son more than life.  I got asked the other day when I told someone that my son was an only child if he was hard to raise.  I thought about it for a second.  I told the person no.  He’s had his moments but he’s been far from hard.  Every child will get into trouble and test boundaries.  It’s normal and I would be worried if he didn’t get into trouble.  He does for the most part listen to us.  He’s a great kid with good manners and a huge heart.

Okay, I’m rambling.  I’m bored and I love to talk to when I’m bored.  Thank you to everyone who read the whole thing or even part.