Garbage

My days feels like garbage, but I'm going lighter about complaining today!

I was able to SLOW walk 20 minutes yesterday without spasms this morning.  I'll do another walk today.  Fingers crossed.

Off all medications except the RN NSAID for inflammation.

I decided to make this time a little bit "fun" or at least a challenge of sorts.  30 days.  Not a diet, not a restriction.  But 30 days of doing things that move me forward.  Of course, all this predicates on not going back to square one with my back.  That kind of pain and those kind of meds leave me unable to do much of anything.

I'll figure it out today.  The idea being that in 30 days when I'm (hopefully) ready to start back into normal activities, I'll be in a good place to do get going.  Spanish, walking, maybe some arm stuff, journalling, plant eating, meditations, etc.

I thought hubby was leaving tomorrow, but he leaves on Tuesday for 2 weeks.  Good and bad.  I'm annoyed with everything right now -- including him, so I was looking forward to being by myself.

My bff sent me a get well package.  Thoughtful -- yes.  But all food that I don't eat.  She has tons of food rules that she expects people to follow, but never listens to what others eat.  It feels a little pissy to me, but that's my mood being a jerk this week.  Gave it all to hubby and I'll toss what he doesn't want.  It was very sweet to think of me, but a waste of money.

That's all for now.  I feel more complaining coming so I'll end things -- later gators.