Well, for those of you who aren't familiar with Weight Watchers, they assign each food a "point" number. Based on your current weight/daily activity, they recommend a number of points per day. Well for the past two days, I have hit my points, gotten in all my crucial nutrition, and I feel full.
So I totally consider these last two days a success, AND I can see myself following through with this diet. AND... I got back on the elliptical the other day and I have NO pain. I am so excited to get back to being active!
Thanks for the support!
Showing posts with label KNEE SURGERY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label KNEE SURGERY. Show all posts
Friday, June 5, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
My Husband Rocks Friday
Ok, first, I have no clue how to add the "my husband rocks" icon to my page, so any help would be greatly appreciated.
Now, on to why my husband rocks this week. My husband rocks because I am having surgery today and I know that he will be helpful when he gets home. He sometimes acts like a "tough guy" but he really is a sweetheart!
I love him more everyday!
January 12, 2006 - The day we got engaged. I was so surprised and not expecting it at all!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Exhaustion has Officially Set In...
This week has been so incredibly exhausting, and I am only at Wednesday... Are you kidding me?
I am an accountant... not a very fun job, I have to admit. But this week has just about put me over the edge. The other staff accountant's wife went into early labor last weekend and gave birth to their first child on Friday. Well... this week is close week. And for us here in accounting world, that means deadlines, and tons of work, and working late. Well without my partner in crime, guess who get's to do ALL the work. None other than me! I already have approximately 40 hours in this week and it's only Wednesday. Good thing I'm on salary... NOT!
Of course, on the day when I have most of my deadlines, the system crashes and so I have spent more time at work in the past 3 days than at home, with my husband, and my puppies. SERIOUSLY?
Ok, enough of the work rant.
On another note, I have been intensely reading and commenting on several blogs lately, and I really like it. But I am getting the feeling that my life just isn't as important as others. I don't have children, I don't stay at home and have cute stories for everyone's enjoyment. Don't get me wrong, I love reading about everyone's life. BUT... I have reasons for not having children yet. Like the fact that I kept my promise to my parents, and finished college before marrying my HIGH SCHOOL sweetheart. Go ahead, do the math, that is nearly 6 years people. My parent's really wanted me to finish college, or else they wouldn't pay for our wedding. Fair enough! Then theres the whole idea of being married for a little while. If you read some earlier posts, you would see what exactly I am talking about in the way of "reasons why Joe and I are not having children yet."
I know this is probably just the exhaustion talking, but I felt as though I needed to get that out.
I am seriously getting ready to go to bed. With new puppies, lots of work, and knee surgery on Friday, I have a lot on my plate.
Until next time,
Tricia
I am an accountant... not a very fun job, I have to admit. But this week has just about put me over the edge. The other staff accountant's wife went into early labor last weekend and gave birth to their first child on Friday. Well... this week is close week. And for us here in accounting world, that means deadlines, and tons of work, and working late. Well without my partner in crime, guess who get's to do ALL the work. None other than me! I already have approximately 40 hours in this week and it's only Wednesday. Good thing I'm on salary... NOT!
Of course, on the day when I have most of my deadlines, the system crashes and so I have spent more time at work in the past 3 days than at home, with my husband, and my puppies. SERIOUSLY?
Ok, enough of the work rant.
On another note, I have been intensely reading and commenting on several blogs lately, and I really like it. But I am getting the feeling that my life just isn't as important as others. I don't have children, I don't stay at home and have cute stories for everyone's enjoyment. Don't get me wrong, I love reading about everyone's life. BUT... I have reasons for not having children yet. Like the fact that I kept my promise to my parents, and finished college before marrying my HIGH SCHOOL sweetheart. Go ahead, do the math, that is nearly 6 years people. My parent's really wanted me to finish college, or else they wouldn't pay for our wedding. Fair enough! Then theres the whole idea of being married for a little while. If you read some earlier posts, you would see what exactly I am talking about in the way of "reasons why Joe and I are not having children yet."
I know this is probably just the exhaustion talking, but I felt as though I needed to get that out.
I am seriously getting ready to go to bed. With new puppies, lots of work, and knee surgery on Friday, I have a lot on my plate.
Until next time,
Tricia
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Knee Surgery
So here's the deal, on May 8th (next Friday) I am going under the knife again :-( for the same thing I had surgery for back in high school. I am really looking forward to it because I have had chronic pain since I finished playing ball 3 years ago. The last time I had this surgery, I recovered very quickly, with nothing different from before the surgery, so I am hoping that this will go the same way this time also.
After learning that I had to have another surgery, I started thinking about whether or not playing college softball was worth it. I had a love for the game when I was younger, but as I got older, playing softball became a job specifically to get a college scholarship. By the time I was getting ready to sign my scholarship I was starting to wonder whether I was playing for the right reasons.
Anyway... I went to college, and played for three long years. (Joe pretty much forced me to stay because he didn't want my parents hating him and blaming him for giving up something that I thought I wanted so badly). I am glad I went and I am glad that I get to say "I played division 1 college softball." Not many people are given such a great opportunity, but looking back, it kicked my butt.
My freshman year, first day of practice, I twisted my right knee wrong and it swelled up. I immediately got sent to the trainer from hell and had to do rehad for like 12 weeks and wasn't allowed to play softball. Sounds like a break huh? WRONG... you have to go to every practice, study table, game, etc. and be the teams biggest fan. I understand doing that, believe me... it was just a lot when you couldn't even play. Once I was finally released, I was pitching and stepped in my own hole and separated the immobile joint in my foot... SERIOUSLY? I had to wear a boot for like 10 weeks and they were considering surgery. All this in my freshman year. While doing this, I was slowly wearing away the bone in my ankle making it very weak. I had to have my ankle taped very tightly before I could even think about stepping foot on a softball field for the next 3 years.
My sophomore year was a bit better, I knew what to expect and was in better shape. We were down in Cincinnati playing a double header when I got a terrible phone call. Joe had been in a really terrible accident. He told me the details and that he was pretty bruised up but he was going to be ok, then he got very upset. He told me if I would have been with him he would have killed me. I thought, no way, he is exaggerating. Well, the next day, when we got home from the DH I got right in my car and drove another hour home to see him. He asked me not to drive past where his car was parked (at some garage, they were trying to salvage what they could). I honored his wishes, and broke down the second I saw him, all battered and bruised. I wanted to see the car and what really happened. I needed to see it, to put my mind to rest. Turns out, if I were with Joe that night I would have been killed. He was so lucky and I thanked God a lot around that time because had I been with him that night, I wouldn't be here today.
But I wanted to quit softball after this incident because I was so far away from him when he needed me the most. It was really hard to stay in Cincinnati for another few days to finish up our softball games before getting to talk to him. He convinced me that I was where I was supposed to be, for more reasons than one, and that he would be here when I got home. (Just one of the many reasons why I love my husband, he is always encouraging me to continue with my dreams and not to worry about him, he's always going to be there!)
My junior year wasn't too bad, Joe and I got engaged on a cruise to the US Virgin Islands and that is when I decided enough was enough. I didn't love the game anymore and I was ready to move on in my life. The college parties and all the drama (it was RIDICULOUS), I was done with it all. I informed my coach in January that the upcoming season would be my last. I went out with a bang. We ended up winning our tournament and advancing to the finals. (Also an awesome experience that I am glad I was given the opportunity to experience). I made some great friends from softball, but it was a time in my life where it wasn't even close to the top of my priority list.
So, the reason for this post was to explain the surgery I am going to be having in a few weeks. It's called a lateral release. After I explain this, you will know why I blame softball on my injuries. I have a patellar tilt, which means my knee cap sits completely sideways on my legs. I was born like that. If I had not played softball, it probably never would have bothered me and I would have never needed surgery. Now, 6 years later, I am having my second knee surgery and I still get aches and pains all the time. UGH...
Please don't get me wrong, softball paid for my school, without which I would not have been able to go away to school and I am fortunate for that. I am also very fortunate for some of the best friends a girl could ever want, that I made soley through softball. But, right now, I am weighing in my head whether it was worth it.
After learning that I had to have another surgery, I started thinking about whether or not playing college softball was worth it. I had a love for the game when I was younger, but as I got older, playing softball became a job specifically to get a college scholarship. By the time I was getting ready to sign my scholarship I was starting to wonder whether I was playing for the right reasons.
Anyway... I went to college, and played for three long years. (Joe pretty much forced me to stay because he didn't want my parents hating him and blaming him for giving up something that I thought I wanted so badly). I am glad I went and I am glad that I get to say "I played division 1 college softball." Not many people are given such a great opportunity, but looking back, it kicked my butt.
My freshman year, first day of practice, I twisted my right knee wrong and it swelled up. I immediately got sent to the trainer from hell and had to do rehad for like 12 weeks and wasn't allowed to play softball. Sounds like a break huh? WRONG... you have to go to every practice, study table, game, etc. and be the teams biggest fan. I understand doing that, believe me... it was just a lot when you couldn't even play. Once I was finally released, I was pitching and stepped in my own hole and separated the immobile joint in my foot... SERIOUSLY? I had to wear a boot for like 10 weeks and they were considering surgery. All this in my freshman year. While doing this, I was slowly wearing away the bone in my ankle making it very weak. I had to have my ankle taped very tightly before I could even think about stepping foot on a softball field for the next 3 years.
My sophomore year was a bit better, I knew what to expect and was in better shape. We were down in Cincinnati playing a double header when I got a terrible phone call. Joe had been in a really terrible accident. He told me the details and that he was pretty bruised up but he was going to be ok, then he got very upset. He told me if I would have been with him he would have killed me. I thought, no way, he is exaggerating. Well, the next day, when we got home from the DH I got right in my car and drove another hour home to see him. He asked me not to drive past where his car was parked (at some garage, they were trying to salvage what they could). I honored his wishes, and broke down the second I saw him, all battered and bruised. I wanted to see the car and what really happened. I needed to see it, to put my mind to rest. Turns out, if I were with Joe that night I would have been killed. He was so lucky and I thanked God a lot around that time because had I been with him that night, I wouldn't be here today.
But I wanted to quit softball after this incident because I was so far away from him when he needed me the most. It was really hard to stay in Cincinnati for another few days to finish up our softball games before getting to talk to him. He convinced me that I was where I was supposed to be, for more reasons than one, and that he would be here when I got home. (Just one of the many reasons why I love my husband, he is always encouraging me to continue with my dreams and not to worry about him, he's always going to be there!)
My junior year wasn't too bad, Joe and I got engaged on a cruise to the US Virgin Islands and that is when I decided enough was enough. I didn't love the game anymore and I was ready to move on in my life. The college parties and all the drama (it was RIDICULOUS), I was done with it all. I informed my coach in January that the upcoming season would be my last. I went out with a bang. We ended up winning our tournament and advancing to the finals. (Also an awesome experience that I am glad I was given the opportunity to experience). I made some great friends from softball, but it was a time in my life where it wasn't even close to the top of my priority list.
So, the reason for this post was to explain the surgery I am going to be having in a few weeks. It's called a lateral release. After I explain this, you will know why I blame softball on my injuries. I have a patellar tilt, which means my knee cap sits completely sideways on my legs. I was born like that. If I had not played softball, it probably never would have bothered me and I would have never needed surgery. Now, 6 years later, I am having my second knee surgery and I still get aches and pains all the time. UGH...
Please don't get me wrong, softball paid for my school, without which I would not have been able to go away to school and I am fortunate for that. I am also very fortunate for some of the best friends a girl could ever want, that I made soley through softball. But, right now, I am weighing in my head whether it was worth it.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Outside
So, I love to be outside as much as the next person, but what I don't understand is how we here in Ohio think that 60 degrees constitutes shorts and tank tops, tops down on the convertible, and not putting an f-ing jacket on a young child.
We live in the apartment complex in Stow where, I have decided, children do NOT have responsible parents. One day, and this is the honest truth, I was sitting outside reading and I had Zoey outside and a bunch of children came up to pet her and ask questions about her, that's fine. She is one of those dogs that attracts attention. But, the next day, I had one of the little girls knock on my door and ask if Zoey could come out and play. SERIOUSLY? She's a dog. Then, when I said Zoey couldn't come out and play she asked me to come inside and play with her. That's all I need, to be suspected as the neighborhood stalker by letting young kids into my house. Don't get me wrong, I love children, but I do not like it when children have no friends and no parents to play with them that have to play with my dog. UGH!!!! But anyway, back to my story... these kids were outside in shorts and tank tops and no shoes, at like 7 at night... when at its highest yesterday it was 60. Where are their parents? I am not a parent, but yet I know that 60 is not 90 and kids should still be in long pants and sleeves and SHOES!!! UGH!!!
ANYWAY...to enjoy the weather today I went on a nice brisk walk. It was great, besides the terrible aching that happened in my leg. I am super excited to get this all taken care of and HOPEFULLY be done with knee problems forever. STUPID SOFTBALL. Don't get me wrong, I am completely greatful that I was given the great opportunity to play a sport in college, none the less, get my school paid for, but I am not sure if it is totally worth all the pain and agony I went through and am still continuing to go through with all the knee pain.
Well, I hope everyone enjoyed the great day outside, and is planning to enjoy the weekend. We are having a cookout/bonfire with friends this weekend at our place. I LOVE entertaining, so tonight Joe and I went and bought a fire pit and scouted out the flowers I am going to buy to make our patio a nice place. I am so excited. I LOVE SUMMER AND WARM WEATHER!!!
We live in the apartment complex in Stow where, I have decided, children do NOT have responsible parents. One day, and this is the honest truth, I was sitting outside reading and I had Zoey outside and a bunch of children came up to pet her and ask questions about her, that's fine. She is one of those dogs that attracts attention. But, the next day, I had one of the little girls knock on my door and ask if Zoey could come out and play. SERIOUSLY? She's a dog. Then, when I said Zoey couldn't come out and play she asked me to come inside and play with her. That's all I need, to be suspected as the neighborhood stalker by letting young kids into my house. Don't get me wrong, I love children, but I do not like it when children have no friends and no parents to play with them that have to play with my dog. UGH!!!! But anyway, back to my story... these kids were outside in shorts and tank tops and no shoes, at like 7 at night... when at its highest yesterday it was 60. Where are their parents? I am not a parent, but yet I know that 60 is not 90 and kids should still be in long pants and sleeves and SHOES!!! UGH!!!
ANYWAY...to enjoy the weather today I went on a nice brisk walk. It was great, besides the terrible aching that happened in my leg. I am super excited to get this all taken care of and HOPEFULLY be done with knee problems forever. STUPID SOFTBALL. Don't get me wrong, I am completely greatful that I was given the great opportunity to play a sport in college, none the less, get my school paid for, but I am not sure if it is totally worth all the pain and agony I went through and am still continuing to go through with all the knee pain.
Well, I hope everyone enjoyed the great day outside, and is planning to enjoy the weekend. We are having a cookout/bonfire with friends this weekend at our place. I LOVE entertaining, so tonight Joe and I went and bought a fire pit and scouted out the flowers I am going to buy to make our patio a nice place. I am so excited. I LOVE SUMMER AND WARM WEATHER!!!
I hope everyone has GREAT plans for the weekend!
Love, Tricia
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Bad Blogger
So I have been a TERRIBLE blogger over the past like three months. Sorry! I continue to read a certain few blogs on a regular basis, but frankly, after sitting in front of a computer all day at work, I have no desire to come home and sit in front of a computer there too. And since blogger is blocked at my work unless you somehow stumble upon it, I don't get much time to read and/or write my blog. But I am going to try and make a conscious effort to do so on a more regular basis, not because any of you care what goes on in my life, but because I need somewhere to put my thoughts.
So here goes, this past weekend we took a much needed little get-away with friends down to Lake Mohawk. Joe went down to help friends during the day and me and Britt met them down there in the evening for some drinking, corn hole, and cookout food. It was a blast. We don't get a chance to do that very often, with us being all grown up and whatnot, so it was very needed and a lot of fun.
Other than that, nothing too exciting has been going on in our lives. I have been trying to spend as much time as possible outside, because in two weeks, I am going to have my legs cut into AGAIN and I am not sure how long it is going to take me to bounce back. When I had knee surgery in high school it was only a few days until I was up and moving (slowly and in pain, but still moving) so I am hoping that even though I am older and not near as athletically fit as I was then, that I can bounce back quickly.
Well, that is all for today, and I appreciate the opportunity that I was given to be able to find old friends from high school and learn a little bit about their lives. The internet truly can be a good thing.
Tricia
So here goes, this past weekend we took a much needed little get-away with friends down to Lake Mohawk. Joe went down to help friends during the day and me and Britt met them down there in the evening for some drinking, corn hole, and cookout food. It was a blast. We don't get a chance to do that very often, with us being all grown up and whatnot, so it was very needed and a lot of fun.
Other than that, nothing too exciting has been going on in our lives. I have been trying to spend as much time as possible outside, because in two weeks, I am going to have my legs cut into AGAIN and I am not sure how long it is going to take me to bounce back. When I had knee surgery in high school it was only a few days until I was up and moving (slowly and in pain, but still moving) so I am hoping that even though I am older and not near as athletically fit as I was then, that I can bounce back quickly.Well, that is all for today, and I appreciate the opportunity that I was given to be able to find old friends from high school and learn a little bit about their lives. The internet truly can be a good thing.
Tricia
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