Most days I am frustrated with my body because I feel like I work for it, it doesn't work for me. It doesn't sleep when I want it too, (I wake up most days between 4:45 and 5:30) my blood is either too thick or too thin, and I always have those trouble areas on my backside where I'd like to loose a few more pounds.
When I gain 3 pounds I panic and really kick it up a notch at the gym and try to pay closer attention to eating only when I am hungry.
But one day a year, I DON'T CARE!!! I don't care about what I look like, what I feel like, I don't care that I can't run for very long and I view this as a character flaw on my part, and I don't care that I have to take pills just to keep my body alive. One day a year I just marvel at my beautiful heart, it's audible tick, and the fact that it's a miracle that I'm alive at all.
That day is September 15th, or as we call it around here my Second Birthday.
Last month I got a letter in the mail with a survey. This was one of the questions:
When do you experience severe shortness of breath?
A. With little exertion
B. With a medium amount of exertion
C. With a lot of exertion
When do you experience shortness of breath, not Do you experience shortness of breath.
All in all, I'm doin good and today was a great day, I enjoy having 2 birthdays. My beautiful aortic valve.
Just a few of the pretty things I bought myself for my birthday, Auri helped me pick them out at one of our many trips to ULTA. We have a lot of time on our hands with the boys in school.
the perfect shade of red lipstick, it's called burlesque.
A couple of friends took me out to "brunch" at Cupcake Jones in Portland to celebrate.
Red Velvet, S'mores, Chocolate covered pretzel, Chocolate and Oatmeal Cookie