Rhonda's Recovery Journey

“The footprints we leave behind show clearly where we have been, but they do not dictate where we can now go.” ~Ralph Martson

Week 15

9/23: I don’t even think about the calorie count in waffles anymore. If I want a waffle, I eat a waffle. Spent a great portion of the day filling out an application to be a cafeteria worker. I decided that the job for a kennel technician would be a detriment at this point in time. It requires much more rigorous activity and work hours. I love jobs that are highly active, but I know deep down that God is not leading me to seek this position. My cafeteria application went in the mail today. There is a 5K tomorrow and I’m anxious. I ran a 5K years ago, but this is the first time I have walked one. Yes, I want to win. I have this need to want to make my parents proud of me.

9/24: Ate a nourishing breakfast and was off to the race. I sprinted to the starting line because the runners had just begun and I knew the walkers would start right behind them. I was running late due to a potty stop, blood sugar check, and attaching the time chip on my shoe. I realized I left my radio behind so I mentally went through scriptures as I raced. After pushing hard I pulled out a win. I got overall top finisher. The excitement and activity from the race wore me out. Went to the fair for a brief time to see my aunt, uncle and cousins then back home to crash for the night.

9/26: My appetite raged again this morning. After bean picking, cleaning the house, and lunch, I slept. I started on anti-depressants again 3 days ago because I thought they might help with the exercise compulsion. I’m probably worn out from the activities yesterday or the anti-depressants. Whatever it is, I hate having to take a daytime nap to function. I can think of more profitable things which could be accomplished during the nap time interval.

9/27: Went for a short walk this morning, and upon my return, my phone rang. It was someone from the school calling to see if I was interested in a sub-cafeteria worker position. Of course! She scheduled me for 2 days so far and said she might call before that if vacancies arise. I excitedly told dad the news, and he was automatically concerned and asking questions about the health insurance I could possibly lose. I fully understand his concern, but I wanted him to be as excited as I was. I refuse to see myself as being sick and frail any longer. I am strong and more than a conquerer through Christ who strengthens me.

9/28: I didn’t exercise again today. Believe me, I’m sure I would have been hoofing it if I had the energy. I’m totally depleted. I did get the joy of spending time with my niece. She would brighten anyone’s day! We did the usual routine of playing, bath time, painting nails, and a nail polished tattoo on the stomach. I’m sure her parents love trying to scrub that off! Oh well, I’ll have the fun and they can get the clean-up duties. My food choices haven’t been challenged and I’m feeling stagnant. I could eat the same things for days on end and never get sick of them and never crave anything else. Anyone else have this dilemma?

To read Rhonda’s backstory, click here.