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Simply put I'm a daughter, friend, sister, 2 time transplant recipient ,pain in the butt, bibliophile, avid YouTube viewer, nail polish fanatic,Catholic,lover of woodland creatures, TV Junkie, computer geek, loser of unwanted weight, know-it-all, professional ass kicker and master of napping... and not in that order
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Monday, October 1, 2012
In: Alltheweigh.com , Elmo the Cat , FMM , Friend Making Monday , Mom's Wisdom , Snark

FMM: Uniquely You



                               
                     Uniquely You



1) Do you prefer to talk or text? Seriously it depends on the person, for example….if it’s my mom defiantly talk. I can be texting her for 30 minutes and call her and she will ask me exactly what we texted about… better to save my fingers and simply call her. And let’s be honest there are people that everyone prefers to text cause if you call them (and they pick up) you will be on the phone with them for hours talking about everything from their toe fungus to what they ate for lunch two weeks ago

2) How often do you make your bed?  I make my bed every day. I have to. My room might be a mess, but at the end of every day I know that I will come home to a nicely made bed with a hint of Lavender Vanilla spray (try it people…. its amaze-balls!!)

3) What sounds do you hear right now? My cat Elmo snoring … he’s sleeping peacefully while he demanded that I wake up and feed him

4) List three things that you always carry with you.  Phone, wallet and a bottle of water… I will start to panic if I don’t have any of those things with me

5) What are your favorite TV shows? Really? And easier question is “Tyra, what don’t you watch?”... pretty much anything on CBS except Big Brother (I don’t specifically have an issue with CBS as a network… but I never forgave them for passing up on Ringer  and placing it on the CW where it died a cruel and painful death…I think it would have done a lot better on CBS….I take my TV VERY seriously)

6) Is there a hobby that you’d like to devote more time to? If so, what is it? I really want to get back into cross-stitch, it’s so relaxing but it’s time consuming because I really need to focus on just that which means, computers and TV have to be off

7) What is your favorite drink? I am strangely addicted to Crystal light, when I gave up coffee and soda CL became my go-to drink...I go to my mom’s house and drink up all of hers, them come home and make my own… I don’t make like a little water bottle… oh no! I will make gallons...

 8) Share a couple of cool facts about your family. Apparently my mother holds a patent for a specific kind of liner used in caskets…

9) List one thing that you will do for yourself today. I will continue to dedicate myself to being healthy and losing weight
                                                                                

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
In: 5 things.... , Blue Team , Food , Learning along the way , Mom's Wisdom , My Fitness Pal , Snark , Transplant , Wisdom

Expect the Unexpected


     
Last week Tuesday I went into the hospital to have an ERCP and have a stint placed in my bile duct. By all accounts I knew this was gonna block out an entire day for me and probably the day after. Who knew that an hour long procedure was gonna land me in the hospital with severe pancreatitis. I always tell people if there is a side effect, Tyra will get it... no exceptions.

Fast forward to a week later, I'm out of the hospital but still suffering from pancreatitis. Tramadol and Hydrocodone have become my very best friends. Needless to say, exercise has been the very last thing that I want to do. I have been trying to walk... but I can only do .5 mile before my stomach starts to hurt (and that really wears me out).





5 Things I Realized While in the Hospital


1.     Nurses love me - Seriously they do, and I'll tell you why. After having two transplant and various other transplant related problems, I consider myself to be a seasoned patient... a professional if you will   I don't call them, I don't bother them, and most importantly I remember that they are human, who have flaws and who work a very difficult job and the last thing they want to deal with is a patient who is annoying and crabby. As a patient I only want to do one thing... take my pain meds and go to sleep, okay so that was two; now if only the person that I shared the room gotten that memo. (This was the first time that I've ever had a hospital room mate so it was an adjustment for me too) My last hospital stay would have been much more pleasant. Not only did she annoy her nurses, she annoyed the nurse techs, the front desk people, the dietary folks, me I think she might have even annoyed my mother. Let me give you an example: if she need the nurse she would press the call button and ask for the nurse if she didn't come in two minutes she would call again... then again if she didn't show up... finally she would get up and go the nurses’ station and make a stink about it... she did this several times a day... thank goodness I had my iPod.
2.     I love my family - My mom came and say me every day after work and we would have dinner together... okay I wasn't allowed to eat, so she would eat and I would sip water..AND she brought me panties...I don't know about you all but this was not a planned hospitalization, so I had nothing but what I came in with, so I was ever so grateful when she came with a brand new package of panties. My (sort-of) step-dad was awesome as well, he threatened to come and break me out of the hospital..when I started complaining about missing my cat.
3.     They have some premo drugs at the hospital - Self explanatory!!
4.     I missed the inter webs - Since my phone was dead and I didn't get my charger until the day I was discharged I wasn't about to get online. Which meant that I wasn't able to log into MyfitnessPal and after my streak of logging into for over 350 days in a row, I had to start over. Also I missed all of the awesomeness that was going on over at the Blue Team. Sunshine made me this for me... I love it!



5.     Clearly I am hilarious when I'm high on pain medication - Apparently I told my doctor right when they gave me medication before my procedure that I needed more knock-out drugs than the average person cause I'm a ninja.... You heard it here first peeps..I'm a bloody ninja! I took this picture while on some heavy duty medication... so clearly my wicked sense of humor is still here 




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Posted by Tyra at 7:50 PM 0 comments
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Sunday, October 2, 2011
In: 30/40/50 Challenge , Accountability , Blue Team , Longevity , Mom's Wisdom , Nutritional values , Pretty Girl Rock , Sunshine's Journey to 199 , Weekend Update

Pretty Girl('s Do Indeed) Rock



Yesterday I posted something on Longevity , " I realize something today (Has an AHA! moment) I realized that I'm pretty. This is a big deal for me because I have never considered myself pretty ...EVER!"

Maybe I should start at the beginning.... being the only girl from a woman who is also the only girl, my mother instilled in me the art of being girly, now this coming from a sassy woman was quite a lesson hair was always done to perfection, ribbons and hair barrettes ALWAYS matched my outfit and earrings were a must. As I got older girdles were added to the mix. Because in the tradition of southern black women, "a lady ALWAYS wears a girdle" so I should especially proud because I was 12 years old and wearing a girdle. 

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By the time high school came around, I had the girly thing down pact, although the pig tails and the hair barrettes were gone  I was still wearing the girdle and would roll my hair every night before school so that my hair would be curled perfection... no one could tell you that I wasn't girly.  But with high school came the cruel reality that I could be girly but could I be pretty.? There were a lot of pretty girls at my high school and I was friends with a lot of them, but I never felt like anything other than the fat, funny sidekick... this feeling stayed with me for years. 

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3 college degrees, 2 liver transplants, boyfriends I dare not count, and friends near and far, and lesson's that have served me well through life, I still have yet to learned how to be pretty. My mother on the other had always had the motto that she was "As Fine As Wine" and no one could tell her different, my motto was, "Fake It Till You Make It" Over the years, I've allowed myself to be cute, maybe even attractive, but it wasn't until yesterday that I looked in the mirror and really looked at myself. I looked at my freckles, my eyes, even my pointy ears, and the rest of my imperfections and thought to myself, "Tyra you're pretty". Why did it take me so long to find my pretty?

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I don't think the answer has anything to do with looks. I think more than anything it's about acceptance.  At the age of 34 I learned a lesson my mother has spent her entire life teaching her children, "Love yourself first, and others will follow", all this time I was trying to be pretty... when I was beautiful all along. 
Now for those of you who were wondering. I stopped wearing a girdle when I graduated high school... as I got older it felt like my girly bits were being strangled and I longed to be free... I do wear Spankx on special occasions...my mother, well she still wears a griddle daily. And she swears if I wore one daily this would have been a lesson I would have learned years ago.
Thanks to everyone at  Longevity, Inc.  who shared this AHA! moment with me and to Stacey, Michelle and Davette for the encouraging words 
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Now on to the fun part.... This weekend I have been good!
Saturday
Totals 1324 165 55 52
Your Daily Goal 1626 223 54 61
Remaining 302 58 -1 9

Calories Carbs Fat Protein

I finally got a chance to do some walking....and shopping! 

Sunday 
Totals 1656 193 61 90
Your Daily Goal 1833 252 61 68
Remaining 177 59 0 -22

Calories Carbs Fat Protein
 I actually had more protien that I am allowed....this is a first!!

Did you know that DO is the first part of  DONE?? As always, when you know better you do better!

 

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