January 7th, 2019
And yet, another run of me forgetting to write in here and almost throwing in the towel with my New Year’s resolution of documenting my life. I’m also just trying to keep the promises I make to myself, therefore something as simple as sitting my ass down and typing for 30 minutes needs to get done.
It’s also really nice when I need to elevate my foot.
Anyway, I spent last weekend at my boyfriend’s. We had a nice weekend. Relaxing, but kinda bittersweet as he started prep for his next bodybuildig show yesterday so it was really the last weekend we could spend as a normal couple. And by “normal” I mean eating whatever and drinking together. As of yesterday he has to weigh every gram of food, avoid all alcohol and not eat out. I often try to tell him that you can eat out and still fit it into your diet (and even have one beer) but he doesn’t want to even dabble with that concept. So, he said he would be open to going with me out to eat and not order food. Depressing idea, but possible.
We also went out for dinner and then drinks with my good friend and her boyfriend. He doesn’t like drinking, but still drank beer with me and stayed out later than he would like. I appreciate him doing these things, yet the more we do them the more he thinks I am in love with going out and getting drunk. I really am not. I don’t desire to get drunk, but it is nice to be a twenty-something and go out and enjoy drinks with friends.
Moving onto my foot,things are going along so nicely. This Friday I will be four weeks. I’m up and about with the boot with pretty much no pain, just some soreness after being up for awhile. Swelling fluctuates, but it really is looking like a normal foot here and there.
I started my class back up again. It reminds me that I really don’t have as much free time as I’d like, even with not working at all. All time I spend not studying isn’t really free time, mostly like avoiding doing my school work. I’ve been doing a lot of reading. Between school, and reading Tuesday’s With Morrie, and Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules for Life audiobook on my longer rides. My good friend and I are doing a 12 months book challenge where we read a book a month.
Another tidbit of life, I have been praying for guidance for my mother. She got offered a job at the surgical center I went to for my bunionectomy. She new the manager and a lot of the nurses and they really want her. It doesn’t pay as good but is a better work environment. I tell her I think she should do it, but he job now pays really, really well. She wants to retire so bad, but my dad tells her she can’t yet. It’s sad that my parents, both 60, who have worked their assess off since their early twenties, can’t even retire. I know it’s mostly because they supported us through college, and we do live comfortably. This was my main motivation to become a nurse practitioner. It’s something I could see myself doing for many more years.
Well, I better go on with the day. I worked out, showered, and not I’m going to try to cook a roast for my family that I won’t be eating tonight since I’m meeting a close friend at a restaurant. It’ll feel nice to go out and be social. After one whole day of not leaving the house (yesterday), I feel like a hermit. And I love cooking for my family, which happens few and far between.
