JMTiv1979 wrote: »

Happy Tuesday! Just had a minute to sit and check our awesome thread! It's been a crazy week with work (thanks to the Game Stop debacle) and the weather (I don't even know how much snow we got... it was over a foot).

I survived and enjoyed skiing even though it didn't start off great. I got in all the gear (which was a nightmare - I used my husband's boots and skis from highschool and the boots were painfully tight and the skies too long). I was already sweating before I got on the "magic carpet." I got to the top of the bunny hill and was frozen with fear. I was about to walk down then I noticed my daughter, also terrified, kept going down and getting right back up. I could let her see me give up. After a few times down, I sort of remembered how to get around and we graduated to a bigger bunny hill. Everyone had fun. Next time I have to conquer my fear of the chair lift. If my younger daughter can get on, I can. She is terrified of heights and dry heaves on an airplane. 😜

prehistoricmoongoddess wrote: »

Prehistoricmoongoddess

Wednesday
LW 150.4lbs
CW 148.0lbs

I've finally got below the weigh that l had reached in 2019 before I went on holiday in June.

The following is a non too brief summary of what occured before I rejoined again. It's so cathartic to write about it.

I had intended to be on holiday for 6 weeks, but my holiday had be curtailed due to the sudden death of my ex-husband who had been suffering from Alzheimer's.

I came back to help arrange the funeral and support my two girls and my son, also to deal with his probate as I was the executor of his will which left his estate to his children.

After the funeral I was hoping to go back and finish my holiday.

I completed the probate forms and posted them on a Friday, I felt I needed to get them completed asap.

The next day I got a phone call from my son to say he was in casualty with broken ribs after a motorbike accident. I spent the next week at the hospital every day before and after his operation to fix his ribs and when he was allowed home I went with him to look after him.

The following week, it was now September, I woke up to find my beautiful boy had passed away during the night. A post mortem showed he had died from a heart attack. It was not his first one, and I was told it could have happened at any time. I take comfort from knowing I'd spent the last 3 weeks with him, but great sorrow that the journey that we'd taken for 48 years together had come to an abrupt end.

My weight increased. I cried at the building society and at the pharmacy. I was now dealing with probate for my son as well. There were two houses to deal with and be sold. There's something odd about looking at someone's life through their possessions.

In the February I found I was suffering from binocular double vision later diagnosed as Ocular Myasthenia Gravis, but due to lockdown it was months before a proper diagnosis and seeing a neurologist. I'm on medication but it's only now beginning to work.

I decided I had to lose weight, and shortly after starting I had a blood test showed I was pre diabetic, which I am no longer. Three cheers for MFP.

My eldest granddaughters, one from each of my daughters, gave birth. A baby boy in May and a baby girl in June. It's sad that I've not seen much of them due to lockdown, but I see videos on WhatsApp and we chat on there too.

There's a photo of me with my son at his wedding. I was overweight and I look it even though I had planned to lose weight beforehand. It's a large family group, but he's next to me and he's holding my hand and before he drove off to his honeymoon he handed me his corsage which was a red rose. The marriage sadly didn't last, but his ex-wife took his two cats and they are now happily living with her. It's what he would have wanted. I'm sure they miss him too.

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