Rainbow Chips Deluxe Cookies are Evil

Random, I know. This will be a random post as well, because it's 0545 and I haven't slept a wink. The day started off reasonably well enough...kids liked their Valentines, I got some editing done, went to get weighed and discovered I'd lost another four pounds. For the past three weeks (well, the past YEAR, really, but only seriously committed the past three weeks) I have been participating in a physician's weight loss program. Basically, I pay a weight loss "specialist", who happens to be an MD, to teach me how to put my body in ketosis, which promotes weight loss. I get a shot in the butt of some fat melting gibberish and an appetite suppressant and make my weekly promise to deprive myself of any and all carbs. The whole thing became a necessity after three years filled with divorce, stress, illness after tonsils being taken out, steroid therapy due to a throat polyp (and I couldn't even sing like Adele if my life depended on it...what gives?), much too much wine and good ol' fashioned laziness. The program works. I mean REALLY works. After two days of initial protein loading and no carbs, you really don't crave carbs anymore. The no wine part kind of stinks, but I'll get over it. I've lost 14 pounds in two weeks. Awesome, right?

Well, then this evening Jdad was trying to reach into his truck to get out the flowers he bought me for Valentine's Day and slipped out of his wheelchair onto the wet pavement. We gathered him back up into his chair and all seemed fine. He did complain of a little pain (which is pretty abnormal since he can feel nothing from the nipple down) but he said it was more like back pain so I didn't worry too much. He got ready for bed and laid down and then asked me if I thought it was weird that his leg would do "this". "This" turned out to be his knee bending at a 90 degree angle TOWARD his thigh. Holy cats. Yes this is weird! His leg was totally misshapen and swollen. We jumped in the van and flew off to the VA where they promptly affirmed my suspicion: a complete fracture of his left femur. Not to be the simple type of guy, he also threw in a hairline fracture of the right femur. Luckily, there didn't appear to be any internal bleeding as there often can be with such a large break. They decided to admit him and have it surgically reduced in the next day or so.
I left feeling quite sorry for myself. As I fed the dogs I saw the bag of Rainbow Chips cookies on the counter. There they were, just innocently beckoning me to give in.
And so I did. I ate four cookies. Don't think I even really tasted much, but I'm sure they were so good.
The aftermath...notsomuch. Ten minutes later I am ready to puke. Seriously ready. I feel like I literally ate 14 lbs. of cookies.
We can solve that problem, though. Diagnosis: emotional eater!

Sooo, how've you been?

I've had a lot of readers ask. Obviously, we've had some major life changes around here in the past few years. I had posted about it and then took those posts down. I thought I'd post them again, and then reconsidered.

I guess now I feel okay posting about it because I think it's important for people to know that divorce isn't the end. It just isn't. My exhusband and I had been married for almost ten years. When we married, I was 23 and he was 40. LOTS of age difference, lots of difference in opinion. I, naively, thought I could change him and make him less opinionated, less angry, more fun, more sympathetic and empathetic toward other people. After ten years, I just stopped trying. I spent a LOOOONG time faking it because as a young woman my mother did insist to me that sometimes in marriage you just need to fake it to make it work. I get that. I just couldn't let my kids be constantly exposed to his brand of insanity and think that was normal. Couldn't let them think that talking about certain people or treating certain people differently because of the color of their skin was okay. It's just not. I couldn't fake it anymore.
So, I walked away. He was shocked. I guess he didn't want to accept that there was a problem, or that he had possibly done anything wrong. Ok, fine, but I was done.
The kids and I moved out because he refused. After a few weeks, I reconnected with an old flame on facebook. We talked and talked and talked. All of the immaturity that had existed ten years prior was gone and all the good things we loved about one another remained. Our relationship continued to flourish and we started dating long distance. The fact that he was no longer a super sexy athelete and was now a paraplegic as a result of a car wreck didn't phase me a bit. He was still super sexy to me and even more sexy was the way he treated me and the way he loved me and my kids.
All that time, my exhusband and I remained friends. We vacationed together with the kids (and the new boyfriend) and really had an amiable break up. He finally admitted that we really were done and had been for a long time.
Last January, several months after my divorce was final, Jeremie and I got married. He lives in Virginia now and owns his own insurance company. Our day to day is that of a normal family of four and sometimes five when the kids' dad is over. We all get along really well and are hopeful that the kids' dad will find his own someone special.
I think a lot of people WANTED there to be acrimony in our life and tension and stress and drama. It simply wasn't the case and for the kids' sake I am so thankful.
So, here's telling you that while divorce sucks, and there are terrible consequences for families and children, it can be done civilly and families can move on and get along. Just keep the kids' best interests at heart and you can't fail. They are the most important product of your marriage and they deserve your best go at it.