Getting back into my routine...

Well, now that I'm feeling better from the shingles, I thought it would be a good idea to get back in the swing of things.  I've noticed a that my blood sugar has gone up again and it's scary.  I didn't work out for just one week and it made such a difference.  So, on Friday, Saturday and Sunday I made sure I went to the gym and did the elliptical trainer for 30 minutes each day.  I tried to use the cardio function on the machine but I couldn't handle it.  Maybe the shingles knocked me out more than I thought.  Anyway, it felt awesome.  I didn't realize how much I missed it.  I recently heard on the news that it takes 21 days for something to become a habit and 6 months for it to be a part of your life.  Well, I'm on my way to making this exercise thing a part of my life.  Just hoping my blood sugar follows suit and decreases.  My goals are to go to the gym either Mon or Tues, Thurs, Friday, Sat, Sun for the rest of this week.  It's only for 30 minutes of cardio.  I'd like to add strength training to this routine but I feel lost at the gym with those machines.  I might need get a personal trainer for a few sessions to help me get started and learn how to use the machines.  Anyway, its a little over two weeks away from our trip to NC.  I am getting super excited.  I know it will take months to get a donor, another couple, sync our cycles, etc, etc... Just trying to take it one day at a time. 

Life....

On Monday, January 10th at 9AM our lives changed forever.  Our furry family member, Yeager, passed away.  It was a tough decision.  We knew he was very sick.  I had to bring him to the vet nearly twice a week to drain the fluid off his chest just so he wouldn't suffocate to death or rupture an internal organ and die a slow painful death.  I knew it was just time for him to rest.  Yeager has been with J and I since we were together.  Always, J & A and Yeager.  He was family.  We all miss him.  I was surprised at how much Amelia and Scottie missed him.  I've been trying to pay extra attention to them even though I feel just as bad as they do.  It was so strange when I came home that night.  Only putting food in Amelia and Scotties dishes.  J had to go drive to DTW to go to work so I was home alone with the cats that night. I found myself looking for him even though I knew he wasn't here.  I long to have him on my pillow, purring the night away.  Rubbing his face with my face.  Cradling him in my arms like a baby.  He loved being held tightly to me.   He would chase after me to spend a moment alone with me in the bathroom.

Here I am, running to the vet in my spare time, trying to figure out how to I was going to keep Yeager alive and do this IVF with the anxiety of losing Yeager.  Now, I don't have to worry about that.  The decision was made for us.  Yeager doesn't have to suffer anymore and I won't have the anxiety about his loss but to grieve his loss.  I guess the time has come to move on to the next phase of our lives.