March Decisions

Happy first day of March and rabbit! rabbit!  The worst two months of the year, in my humble opinion, are behind us. While the chance for a big snow is still out there, that chance seems pretty slim. Maybe an onion snow at most. Anyone remember the term onion snow? I don’t think that was just a Slatington thing.

So what are these March decisions I refer to in the title? They start small and this one must be made in a few hours. What do I wear to a banquet I am attending later this evening? The banquet (Emma’s horse showing organization) is semi-formal. What does that even mean? I asked for opinions and got various answers. I googled it…same variety of answers. I don’t want to be overdressed nor under dressed. I know jeans and a t-shirt are out. Damn!

Another decision is how to get back to a healthy lifestyle now that restrictions from my colon resection are officially over.  I’ve gotten used to the “stay away from the healthy whole grains until your colon heals” format. I didn’t just get used to it. I embraced it!! If someone tells me eating donuts is okay, I am going to eat donuts. I did. I also enjoyed white bread and chocolate and Apple Jacks. I have gained 14 pounds. Still down 22 but trending upward.  I see my nutritionist tomorrow. We all know what she is going to say!

Another restriction that ends today is “don’t lift over 10 pounds and don’t exercise”.  I also embraced that. I’ve been a slug! I’ve been a sloth! I still feel tired when I expend even a small amount of energy. I’m not sure if that is still from the surgery or if inertia bred more inertia.  Anyway, something has to change. As soon as it gets just a little bit warmer, I am going to plan a hike. Do you need a piano moved? I am now your guy!

So a momentous March is upon me. Do I run again? Do I enter a 5k for my birthday in May? I’ve done that for many years. Do I buy what the nutritionist is selling lock, stock,  and barrel?  That’s what helped me lose 36 pounds and gave me more energy! But…I’d really miss those Apple Jacks! A very close female friend told me that when I was down the 36 pounds it made me look old. Hmmm? Does that enter in my decision making? I don’t want to look old!

Last night I realized that my grandson turns 8 this year. My daughter turns 18 this year. And I turn 68 this year! 888…play that in the lottery!

Thanks for letting me ramble a little bit. In the big picture, these decisions are relatively small. I am not deciding which building to hide in while bombs fall.  I am not deciding if I should eat or fill prescriptions. I am not deciding between radiation or chemo.

Enjoy your first day of March. And if this post was the first time you heard “rabbit rabbit” today, well that’s just more luck for me!