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Saturday, 05 May 2012

  • Wow!

    Yesterday my sister came into my room and asked me to turn my head a certain way so that she could take a picture of me. I have to admit, that I REALLY don't like to have my picture taken because I'm so big that it makes me feel embarrassed. Well, imagine my surprise when she handed me her phone and put two pictures on the screen. One of me from two years ago and the one that she'd just taken. I was shocked by the amount of weight I'd lost. Keep in mind that up until October, I was still at the same weight I'd been at two years ago: 509 lbs.

     

    A few days before she showed me this picture before & after, she had managed to talk me into trying on a pair of pants that I hadn't been able to wear in almost three years...and they were too big! They kept falling off of me! And then she had me try on a top that was marked as a 3X and it fit! I admit, I did a total "Omg!" happy dance. I have worn nothing smaller than a 6X for about five years. It was quite an exciting discovery for me.

    Back in October, I'd gotten a pair of specially-ordered shoes made for me because of my diabetes and the fact that my feet swell extremely large. I had not been able to wear them since the day I got them because of having gout so often that it was too painful to try and get them on. My sister had managed to help me get them on Wednesday, and we had to tighten them twice as the shoes forced excess fluid out of my feet. I was amazed and thrilled, it was the least swollen my feet had been in probably almost 8 years. Then on Thursday morning, I decided to try to get them on my feet by myself, and shock of all shocks, I succeeded! I was able to wear them for almost six hours before I had to take them off because my toes had started aching from being in the shoes for so long. Up until October, I had only been able to wear a pair of old, sole-less house slippers that are no support for my feet, I only wore them to protect my feet from cuts.

    My dad, sister and mom are all so thrilled for me, and so am I. I feel like FINALLY all the trying has been worth it, I'm finally seeing results. It hasn't been easy, and I know I've probably treated my sister terribly at times, calling her a food nazi. But within the last three months I've really started to make smarter decisions as far as what and how much I eat. I've learned to keep my caloric intake close to if not under 1800 calories a day, and have learned that there are a lot of lower calorie foods that I really enjoy and don't feel like I'm denying myself! May I just say that if you're looking for some good quick low-cal foods that are tasty, I recommend Boca brand "Chick'n Patties", Skinny Cow ice cream and ice cream sandwiches, and Laughing Cow brand Light Cheese wedges in French Onion, Original Swiss, and Garlic and Herb.

     

    Losing this much weight-I'll find out for sure how much on the 16th when I go to the doctor-has really boosted my self-confidence. I actually want to go and visit friends and family. I want to go to the doctor and find out how much I've lost. I want to be able to help do the grocery shopping and go shopping for clothes. Shoes will have to wait until I can fit into regular sized shoes, but hopefully that will happen soon too!

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

  • A Challenge

    I recently joined a campaign through Bzzagent.com called Live Below the Line. It's not a campaign in the normal Bzzagent style, where I'd recieve a box of the product and coupons and be asked to try the product and tell other people about it. No, this is a different type of campaign entirely. Live Below the Line is a challenge. You are asked to live on $1.50 a day for five days. 1.4 billion people live on that (or less!) every day, there is no end to their "challenge". It's their everyday life. I decided to try the challenge. I know that I'm extremely lucky to live where I do, and that being on SSI, that I will not starve due to not being able to earn a living. So very many people are not nearly that lucky. I'm worried I won't be able to complete the challenge, but I am going to try. It's called a challenge for a reason!

     

    Do you think that you could live on $1.50 a day? Would you be willing to try?

    #belowtheline

     

Saturday, 14 April 2012

  • Spring has Sprung, Time for Thoughts...

    Just heard (on facebook status update) from my cousin and her partner. They drove to DC yesterday and are now officially married! Congratulations to them, I hope they are very happy together!

    So hard to believe two months has gone by already since Uncle Paul's passing. Things seem to be doing a little better for now, though. Mom and some of her family are planning a trip in May to take his ashes back to West Virginia and put them in the cemetary where their parents and older sister are buried.

    My sister's boyfriend is going to be coming to visit in May, we're all looking forward to that, we've missed him. He's a really funny and terrific guy, he makes us all laugh. I know he's missed her and Rae tons, just like she's missed him. He shaved his beard/mustache off and cut his long (beautiful!!! God I loved his hair, wish mine was that color!) red hair. She showed us a pic of  him she took when she'd gone to visit him, it totally didn't look like him at first. I felt bad, Jeana said that Rae didn't recognize him at first, and I think that probably hurt his feelings a bit.

    Rae's getting so big now, we all just get the biggest kick out of her sometimes, she's a little ham! Yesterday Jeana had her giggling and blowing raspberries, and "Pawpaw" was teasing her going "Shhh, you're being too loud." When he'd said that for about the third time, Rae looked over at him smiled and went, "Thbbbbt!" We all cracked up, it was one of those Funniest Home Video moments you wish you'd caught but didn't have a camera at the time.

    As for me, I'm finally starting to feel better after yet another attack of gout. Thank heavens this one's finally starting to "fade". As of yesterday, I'm finally able to get up and walk without crutches (I use them to keep as much pressure as possible off my foot when I have gout, trying to keep from doing more damage to my already poor abused feet as possible.) and today my foot's finally not throbbing nearly as bad, which is why you all get the treat of me posting.

    I've been feeling kinda weird lately, I'm wanting to try out new recipes and stuff, I've even been wanting to try baking bread from scratch. I have never done this before, but I'd like to try it, I've always loved the smell of bread baking. I know that my mom used to bake bread a lot when we were younger, so I'm wondering if she'd be willing to teach me more about it. My mother's an absolutely amazing cook, (hopefully I've inherited that! I do love to cook for family and friends, and they all tell me I'm pretty good-Yay!) and used to work as a caterer, so I know she has all kinds of tricks and tips she's learned over the years. She taught me to make sausage gravy and biscuits years ago, and while my sausage gravy is nearly as good as hers, I can never get my biscuits to come out nearly as well. *lol* Maybe I'll just have to cheat and buy a really good brand of 'Southern Style' biscuits that are ready for baking or something. I've also been wanting to try my hand at baking other things, i think mainly because I've never really done much baking and lately all I've seen are recipes for baking cakes, tarts, cupcakes, breads, rolls, etc. I do need to stock up on baking supplies for sure before I do any of that though, I don't have any proper bakeware for making anything. I'm going to see if I can find any good recipes for a honey wheat bread and for lower-sugar or replaced-sugar baking methods. I do try and keep sugar out of my diet as much as possible.

    I've also been thinking I want to start doing beadwork again. I haven't done beadwork in years and I always enjoyed it. It was one of those things I could do fairly mindlessly or do something elaborate depending on my mood. If I do decide to put some money into beads and other beadwork supplies, I'm going to try to post pictures on here and on my facebook page for anyone who's interested...

    And we've come to a close for today. Hope you are all having a very blessed weekend, and now that I've caught you all up on my boring life I will say Farewell!

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

  • Breathing in, Breathing out

    That's about all I seem to be able to do lately. With all the heartache over my uncle's passing last wednesday and his memorial service on sunday, I'm just feeling so very lost lately. And it doesn't help that right now I don't even have Rae and my sister here to make me smile, as they're in North Dakota visiting my sister's boyfriend. Sunday was really hard. Even before the actual service, during the setting up of the church, my cousin was playing the dvd that'd been made in his honor with lots of pictures and things I'd remembered from my childhood, and it made me tear up, even on mute, without the heart-rending songs that they'd included on the dvd. The service was simple, just the family, no preacher or anything. We just celebrated the life of a man we all loved, shared our memories of him. Unfortunately, I was too choked up to speak then. But I think what I'll remember most of my uncle wasn't the way he was the last few times I'd seen him, where he was forgetting everything around him, but instead, I'll remember: his smile, he had the greatest smile, one of those that made everyone around him return it. His laugh, it was a full-bellied, fun-filled sound that made you want to laugh in return until you cried from laughing so hard. And the way he was just always there for us when we were kids. Uncle Paul had been the oldest boy of seven kids, two older sisters, then three younger brothers and a younger sister. He stood up for them and protected them when they were younger and had been removed to a children's home, and many years later, he became a protector and friend to all of his young nieces and nephews, and again, years later to his great-nieces and nephews. That is the uncle I will remember.

    I honestly think if it hadn't been for my friends and my boyfriend, I probably would have slowly gone insane this past week. February has been a very hard month this year, just from the waiting and knowing that Uncle Paul was fading slowly. It was like some sort of invisible vigil that we had, counting down the hours, the days, the weeks until he was gone. And it didn't help that for me the worst part was watching my Mom, who is so very close to her brothers and sisters, having to wait while one brother died, when she'd lost her oldest sister years ago. I know how hard she'd grieved then, and knew she'd be grieving just as much now. And there was nothing I could do to make it better.

    During the memorial service, another of my uncles-on speakerphone on a cell phone because he lives a thousand miles away and is in bad health-hearing him break down while trying to talk about his beloved older brother made my heart ache so badly that I thought for a few minutes that I would never want to go through that type of pain. I honestly don't know what I'd do without my sister, as much as I harp and bitch and moan about her sometimes, it would honestly make me want to die myself if I lost her. The only thing that would keep me going then is the love I have for her little girl, our precious "Baby Rae", and the love of my parents, my boyfriend and my friends.

    This is the obituary we had posted in the local newspaper:

    Paul H. Quesenberry, 59, died Wednesday, Feb. 22, 2012, at The Brian Center, Brevard, N.C. He was a longtime resident of York County.

    He was born Sept. 11, 1952, in Charleston, W.Va., and was a 1971 graduate of Charleston High School. He proudly served in the U.S. Navy.

    He loved to fish and was a relentless "tinkerer," and a talented musician and an inspiration to those who knew him.

    He is survived by his wife, Christine, and was "Daddy Paul" to Jackie; his brothers, Frank of Jasper, Texas, Donnie of Clover, S.C., and Gary of Durant, Okla.; and sisters, Wilma Wilson and Charlotte Allen, both of Clover, S.C.

    He was the son of Eldridge and Hattie Meadows Quesenberry, who preceded him in death along with his sister, Mary Q. Payne of Clio, W.Va.

    Paul was a beloved husband, brother, friend and uncle to his many nieces and nephews.

    We love you "Hound dog."

Friday, 17 February 2012

  • Well, that's just perfect!

    Well, on top of all the stuff going on with my Uncle Paul slowly dying, and my sister and niece moving to North Dakota, now we all have some kind of damn stomach flu that's been going around. *sigh* Some days I'm just so tired of feeling like the world is piling load after load of bad crap on my shoulders that I just want to cry. And then that just makes me feel like I'm weak. Maybe I am, I just don't know anymore...

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