(1/23/15) This year has already been a crazy ride. I woke up a week and a half ago to my cyst rupturing. After that fun, Shea took me to the ER again, where they let me know it had cleared out well and all I needed to worry about was passing all my kidney stones. So it's been a lot of water and lemon for me. Dr Pepper cravings are a serious struggle. Two of my best friends, Jenn and Beth, celebrated their 30th birthdays last weekend. So I spent the weekend at my mom and stepdad's and we all went together. It was so much fun seeing so many friends I hadn't seen in way too long... Some up to 12 years, long. All I could think about the entire night was when they were gonna cut the cake. It took a ridiculously long amount of time, but I got two pieces... Also, I got the first piece. That may be a bad sign. If you've never had Jenny Layne Bakery, you're crazy and missing out. Getchu some. So Shea has been telling me about this group of women that meet at the church where he attends AA, said they meet at 5am for yoga. He finally convinced me to get up at 4:30am Wednesday morning and try it out. He was extremely wrong. It's not yoga. It's Texas Fit Chicks boot camp. I plotted his murder the entire hour. I thought my body hurt before, this is a whole new world of pain. But the whole reason he even wanted me to try it was to have something to look forward to, get out of the house, and have social interaction. So my crazy ass signed up for 4 weeks of it. Yesterday I couldn't even bend down to pick up my socks, and I dread the bathroom, because trying to sit down is my worst nightmare. But I got up again this morning at 4:30am for more torture. Praying this helps get my body back to as normal as it can... Because if not, you really will see me on ID's Wives with Knives. Shea's in the doghouse.
