Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Three Weeks and a Cardiologist

Some of you might not know that about four years ago I was diagnosed with an aortic aneurysm and underwent open heart surgery to repair my aorta and replace my aortic valve. It was a total fluke that it was even found.  I never had any symptoms and I was back running 8 weeks later, but it was a scary time.

Today I went to my nutritionist appt and found that I have lost seven pounds! The thing is, my first thought wasn't about my bridesmaid dress, but rather how happy my cardiologist is going to be about my weight loss when I see him for my yearly appt on Friday!

Slow the student is. Eventually lesson learned will be.

Monday, September 3, 2012

I Don't Want to Miss a Thing: For My Sis

I don't want to miss one smile
I don't want to miss one kiss
I just want to be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time Yeah yeah yeah

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing
Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you babe
And I don't want to miss a thing

What am I missing? I sat down to write a blog about how it is three weeks and six days from my sister's wedding and how I'm nowhere near my goal even though I have been working out like mad. I feel like a slug and don't even want to go shopping for my dress because I just know I'm never going to find one to fit, and I'm going to look disgusting, and I might as well go eat worms because nobody even likes me...

and then I began to wonder: If I'm so busy stressing out over how I look, how my dress fits, everyone thinking I'm a cow, how am I going to be present for my sister? I'm going to end up missing how beautiful she looks coming down the asile, the look on her fiance's face as he sees her for the first time, the joy...the love.

I thought that if I didn't look perfect on her day, I would be letting my sister down. But I've realized that there are other, more hurtful ways I can let her down on her big day. Missing it would be the biggest and most hurtful. So, I promise you, my beautiful baby sister. I will be there. I don't want to miss a thing!