Dear Dumplin,
I’m getting old because the Doctor said so. Ok, I’m exaggerating. The Doctor did not say I’m getting old I’ve been extremely tired for a while now so I went to the Doctor to have some tests. Turns out I’m anemic, need to lose weight, and my vitamin D levels are low. So in addition to vitamins, I now need to take iron and vitamin D supplements. I don’t like taking any type of pill at all. I have a memory as a child of riding in the back of a car at night and someone giving me a peppermint ball. I put the ball in my mouth and sucked away happily. The car goes over a bump and the peppermint ball gets lodged in my throat. Everyone starts yelling, my mom starts screaming. Panic ensues!!! Then they realize I can breathe, I’m just extremely freaked out. The solution is to give me liquids to dissolve the hard candy. It took a while, but the water did the trick without a trip to the emergency room. I did not eat hard candy for YEARS after that. I still have issues with swallowing pills. Your Dad teazes me about it to this day. So there’s that.
And then the fact that I love to eat. Yes, I know that I’m over weight and have been working on it. The problem? I’m greedy. But, I like health food. When I set my mind to it, I can successfully lose weight and keep it off and have done so in the past. Fast forward post baby (aka you.) I’m too doggone big. I know it. And I’m just so tired… All the time. And it makes me feel old.
I think that’s why the podcast I mentioned in my last post to you hit a sore spot with me. I know I should work out more, but I’m tired. If I have the chance to sleep or work out, I’m choosing sleep. Each and every time. You are not a dainty sit down little girl. No ma’am. You want to run and play and spin around and dance and everything in between. I cannot simply be a bystander. I must participate each and every time. You insist upon it. So I oblige. And as soon as you go to sleep? I go to sleep. I can’t nap during the week because I work. But on the weekends? I nap! Not on the sofa either. No ma’am. I get in the bed and wrap myself up as if it were night-time. I’ve always loved sleep. If you ask your Mema she will tell you I got the sleep gene quite fairly from both sides of the family. It’s in my DNA she will say. I can’t help it. Or can I? Time will tell. All I can say is I can’t go on like this. It’s like my body can’t keep up with all the things my brain wants to do. Sometimes I lay down to sleep and just lay there. My brain won’t stop to let me sleep but my body is too tired to get up. Ugh. I need to get this under control asap. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Love,
Mama