Teenagers! Enough to make you want to go into the kitchen grab a bag of chips fire up the Bloomingdale's boots sale and go nuts. I am not going to , but it seems like it might have helped when I was running wild with no self control. I am finding comfort in this blog, I am. It feels better just writing it out. This really might make the difference.
Being a cab driver and shuttling the little miss to her various commitments with no appreciation and tons of disrespect makes me so up tight. The things that come out of her mouth would be punishable by death when I was a kid. The kid has balls and I think she needs to be fixed. Life is hard especially when you have a disability and being strong is an attribute but when it turns on you it is the most stressful time of my week. We are now in different rooms and it is quiet.
Feeling better now...taking a deep breath!
So today was opening day at her Wheel Chair basketball club. The bad- I brought 3 dozen donuts, the good, I did not eat a one. This sort of sneaked up on me. It is way easier to find bulk junk than bulk health food at 8am Saturday morning. I knew there would be, and thank God , for the plentiful fruit brought by the good Moms. I did see the good Mom's enjoying the donuts! My blood sugar was at a sustainable level for the hell ride home. Hunger's number one sign is being cranky. If I went into the teenage torment cruise without water melon I may have landed the car in the Bay! I kept my calm and everyone is home safe.
I was inspired today (before I went to teenage hell) I saw one of the older Moms (older than me) Her son is grown and she looked fantastic. She was fit and smiling and had a glow to her. She got out on the court to scrimmage in wheel chair basketball and did it with a huge smile on her face. You could tell her inner beauty really shined right through her smile and easy going nature. Mostly she looked fit. I think she is around 60 and I thought her hot. I want to be a hot active 60 year old, in 14 years! I hope to look as good as she did when I am 50. She was natural, no make up, no fancy clothes. We were in Berkeley. I think you know the type. I do not know that I could ever be "granola" but I do admire the results.
Next time plan a healthy thing to bring for everyone, get out on the court myself and crank Lady Gaga on the way home !
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