Saturday, September 4, 2004

Invincible Winivere

It is so hard for my family to understand. They were used to seeing me as slim, gorgeous, and vibrant. My brother looks at me and tells my mother that I have gotten so big. And my heart begins to melt. I miss being slim and gorgeous. I miss all the beautiful clothes I used to make. I miss my tiny waist. I remember how I could run like the wind. I remember the high I would get from working out. I remember being able to do 200 situps. I remember being able to lift 210 lbs, even though I was only about 100 lbs. I remember how I never got off the dance floor, because when one dance partner would get tired, another would fill in. Yes, in my youth, I was so healthy and so strong and I had so much energy. I have come close to death over a hundred times. I have died and I have come back to life.

My youngest daughter says I am invincible. No wonder it is so hard for them to understand my health problems and my reasons for not being able to come to visit as often as I would like. She kids that she has made a pact with the gods to make me live forever. I tell her that her grandmother's life line is longer than mine and she says: no! you are going to live to see Bella grow up. You know what that means; right? That means I have to start saving my money for my plastic surgery because I prefer younger men. =.)

Sometimes I get comments in my journal before I've finished an entry. Sometimes it takes me a couple of tries to complete an entry because it becomes too painful to sit at the computer for too long. Sometimes it is too painful to go back to correct a word I have misspelled. Oops... did I spell that right?! Why doesnt the edit page have spellcheck?!

Some people pray for wealth. Some people pray for love. I pray for health.

Lord, renew my body with new found strength. Show favor upon my weakened body and help me to find the motivation I need to reach my weightloss goals.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ignore your brother's comments. He has not gone through all that you have gone through. I am hoping that your health gets better. Dying and coming back to life means that it isn't your time to leave us. I am glad that it wasn't your time to go because I would have never found you and your uplifting journal. I prefer younger men too. lol.
Love,
Kat

Anonymous said...

Keeping you in my prayers!

Anonymous said...

I know what you mean about missing your old self.  Most of the time I think I look like that, and then get a nasty surprise when I look in the mirror.  A lot of our weightloss has to do with how we feel.  I usually feel pretty good until I take a look.
Tracy

Anonymous said...

Winnie
I've got some friends that would like to meet you.  Especially, a caucasian man who loves spanish women.  His name is Cliff.  His phone number is 361-727-0086.  

Call him, he thinks you sound cute.

Love, Andrea