I noticed yesterday that the pink on my arm was nearly gone, as was the swelling. As it was disappearing... I noticed a small red mark. Hmmmm I wonder... could I have had a bug bite that caused my arm to become swollen and pink in that area? The area that was swollen and pink was about mid-forearm (where the red spot is) up the arm about halfway between my shoulder and elbow, and about 4-5 inches wide. And it was warm. I never saw my DIL to check it out - or she would have probably figured it out right away. But, the pink is nearly gone completely now and the swelling seems to be gone as well. I did share the info with my trainer this morning and he even said it sounded/looked more like a bite versus pulling a muscle, especially since there was no pain with it. So - what did we work on this morning? Shoulders and biceps and triceps. Yep. And I can tell I have worked them this morning. He also told me to use my own weights (cause I only see him for 30 minutes and we can only do so much) and today complete also rows, bench presses, and lateral shoulder lifts - 3 sets of 12. At least he didn't mention using the heavy weights so I will use what I am comfortable with at this time. And yes, I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget. Hubby is meeting is friend for breakfast this morning so I can do it while he is gone. And because upper body was today - I can 'look forward' to lower body/legs on Thursday. Oh yay.
Grateful for answered prayers and a grandson was able to come 'home' yesterday. We haven't been over to see him yet but I am hoping to maybe take my lunch hour and run over for a quick visit. So much drama in this family and I actually grieve for all their problems. Some are made by themselves; some are not. All I can do is pray for them, and that is what I do.
Why is it some people feel like they just have to be in control? Sigh. I have commented several times I'd like to have people over for meals... then hubby tells me who I can invite; who he wants invited.... and I just stop. It isn't the people... it is him telling me who. Yesterday I mentioned having a particular family over and I'd cook breakfast on Saturday... .and he started telling me what HE wanted... and I stopped thinking about it. Later he asked me if I was having them over and I told him no. He never asked why. It isn't that we wouldn't agree on who to invite.... he just wants it to be his decision on how many and who. I have to do the cooking, shouldn't it also be my decision on how many I want to cook for? It's easier to cook for several than it is for one or two people. I was irritated, to say the least. Sigh. He always steals my joy in doing things and just doesn't get it. Ok, I'm grumbling.
But... when I came home from the gym I decided to fix myself a cup of coffee.... I'm a big girl, I can do that. But no, here comes hubby, insisting he make the coffee (we have a kereig) for me. sigh. Can't I just make my coffee and go sit down and enjoy it? All by myself?
Work was kind of slow yeserday and I saw after I signed off that I have over 20 emails to look at this morning - probably will have some work to do with them too. At least it will make the day go by faster.
I only have a few more minutes and I gotta get on the work computer - that is the disadvantage of going to work out - but it is good for me so I am holding on to that. Want to get my bones strong and the body in better shape to endure my latter years.
I read in my bible this morning about the paralytic who was carried by four friends and the roof broken up so that they could lower him down in front of Jesus. And what did Jesus do? He looked at the friends, and saw their faith... and He healed the paralytic. And you know what? Jesus can do that for me, and for you.
Many of us have allowed 'life', or situations in our life, to paralyze us. I know I have. I have grumbled about being in prison long enough so you know that is true.... but we all put ourselvs in situations where we have allowed ourselves to become paralyzed - by letting ourselves go and letting our health deteriorate, by allowing someone to take over our lives and control all we do, by refusing to step out and take that risk of doing something and possibly succeeding.
We don't write the book. We don't exercise. We don't eat right. We don't make that item. We don't choose to create. We don't get that education. We don't.... you can fill in the blank. I'm guilty. I know I am. I probably could say I'm guilty of all those. Yesterday I was in a state of depression. There, I said it. I was in my own pity party and no one else was invited. I wallered for awhile. Yeah, I got out of it... I refuse to stay there.... but I die inside when those times happen. Ever feel that way? Ever feel that your life is meaningless; has no value?
But it does. Jesus loves me, and He loves you too. He is always waiting on us to acknowledge Him, to sit and talk with Him for a spell. And you know what? He keeps secrets we don't want others to know. I have found I can tell Jesus everything - and know it won't be repeated. And He comforts me and loves me and shows me what I need to do.
Working out is one way I can help myself. It helps me make better choices with my food; it strengthens my body (my bones),; and it gives me confidence in myself as I see my body change. And it is all for His glory. I'm less self-conscious if I feel good about myself. Yeah, after three workouts I still have a ways to go... before I even see many results... but I'm one step closer with each day I do it.
And with that rambling... I'm going to get off - oops - two minutes to get the work computer up!
Blessings!
