Tomi, DH should hopefully be home by early next week. The sooner the better. He's getting run ragged.
As far as patience is concerned, I haven't got a lot of choice. It's either that or fail. I reached a tipping point a few years ago and I tipped. There is no way I want to go back. And honestly, at this point I almost feel like crying when I look in the mirror. I feel like I'm looking at a miracle. A quarter of a century is a long time to be obese.
As far as fitness goes, it's much the same thing. I have the choice between slow progress and no progress. There are no other options.
I spent a couple of years almost flat on my back from exhaustion. I decided to consider myself on a prolonged retreat, and used that time to dig deep with God. I wrestled through a lot of issues (not that they're all dealt with) and some of that has been applied to my health problems. We want to be able to flip a switch, pop a pill, click send, and deal with our problems instantaneously. But only very small things can be settled like that. Most everything else in life requires one brick after another, till the wall is built.
Having said that, I am not doing well with the no fruit policy, probably because it came on me too fast and I haven't had the time to persuade myself it is really necessary. I came back from running errands very tired (hope I don't pay for that) and downed two bowls of frozen blueberries and cream for dessert. Feeling a little rebellious, I think. My decisions don't tend to stick very well if they haven't been well ripened.
5'2", 55 years, Primal since April. Pre-Primal weight loss, from 216.6 to 157.8
Primal low: 140.2 (Dec. 3) Goal weight: 135?
Main Primal goal: beating back my CFS enough to function more normally and start writing again
More and more, our life has been governed by specialists, who know too little of what lies outside their province to be able to know enough about what takes place within it.
- Lewis Mumford