The doctor agreed that Mother needed to drink more water. He thinks another problem she's having is possibly medication-related. He's taking her off of two of her meds. I agree with him and at the very least, I don't know if they're doing any good anyway and so why take them if there are possible side-effects? Is it sensible to medicate an 85-year old as aggressively as if she were a 45-year old? I sure don't think so.
While I was in her room, I noticed she had messages on her answering machine and I listened to them and one of them was a reminder that she has an appointment with her eye doctor tomorrow. She had no idea.
And so I'll go back in tomorrow and take her to see her eye doctor which I do not look forward to. I've talked before about how Mother is in waiting rooms- no filters on her thoughts which become words spoken in a loud tone of voice and this particular doctor is black and so are many of his patients and in trying to prove the fact that she is not a racist, she says the weirdest, strangest things which all turn out to be something that if I were black and heard someone say, I would think to myself, "Shut up, you old crazy white woman."
She also feels no compunction about commenting on people's weight, either.
Well we shall persevere.
Okay, speaking of weight, Mr. Moon, as I predicted, lost approximately six pounds last week with our newly cleaned-up diet and his more regular gym visits.
Me? Oh. Maybe a pound. Maybe two. Probably not, though. Probably only the one.
It's disheartening but not really. I love eating this way and frankly, I love the walks too. Or, to be more truthful, I love it every day when I have FINISHED my walk but there is a certain enjoyment to them. It's not enjoyment like drinking a mojito by the sea, more like being beaten by devils with pitchforks, but you know.
The food part is all good, though.
Here's what I've made for tonight's supper:
That's a black bean/corn/mango salsa. I've got chicken breasts marinating in mojo criollo and I'll cook 'em up and cut 'em up and put them and the salsa over spinach.
Who needs cheese?
Okay, I miss cheese. Not too badly. Yet.
And when you cook like this, you're forced to get more creative unless you just want to eat plain old vegetables and beans and low-fat sources of protein and there's nothing wrong with that but there is a great deal of creative satisfaction in taking really good food and making something delicious with it without the use of a lot of fats. And let's face it- cheese is basically fat. Which is why it's so damn tasty.
Oh well. Mother's doctor today said that some studies are showing an association with Lipitor and Alzheimers.
I wonder so much about all of these drugs that doctors just dispense with the attitude that it's no big deal as if it were completely proven that this number in a lab test will lead to this result and that this little pill will just fix you right up, no problem.
I wonder what my grandfather's cholesterol was when he was 95.
We'll never know.
So let me ask you a question- when you go on a diet, or start practicing some better eating and exercise habits, do you feel after about three days that you should have lost at least twenty pounds?
It's absurd but I do.
I also do that thing where I make constant calculations in my head. Now, if I can lose two pounds a week, I can be where I want by...
Which is also absurd. Then I get more realistic and calculate how long it would take if I lost half a pound a week and hell- so what if it takes a damn year? Seriously? What else am I going to be doing?
Okay. Mr. Moon's home and I'm going to cook that chicken.
Let's all have a great evening.