This Is How It Started

My best-friend and I sadly had to part ways. You see...it was love at first sight, we would always end up at the same places, make hasty decisions, I used my best friend as a clutch to console me when I was down, my best friend was at every celebration and I just couldn't break free. I became depressed, my pressure was out of control, I stayed in bed feeling guilty because we would spend entirely

too much time together. I went to counseling to seek advice and basically this relationship was literally KILLING me and my docs at the VA said enough is enough. I was told that I needed to get a "Best-Friend Ectomy"! I began to reminisce on all the times we shared and how the good had begun to out-weigh the bad. I began having thoughts about all the "good" comments I use to say like..Good Gracious these pants use to fit last month, and Good night everyone so now I can finally eat all this ice cream without having to share, and the one that really hit home was when I said "Good Lord! As I looked at my medical records for review and saw that I was up to 34 pills a day to include maintenance chemo and that was it for me! I sat down and did some soul-searching. All this time I thought I was doing great. I would go to the gym for Zumba, had done my Water aerobics, worked the elliptical like I was in a contest, active with the grand-babies, played with the dog, but all of that wasn't enough. I had to have a talk with my best friend and it wasn't going to be pretty. This is how the one-sided conversation went~~~ "I looked in .... the refrigerator and said NO MORE! I will not let you groceries be the death of me. I refuse to allow you to run my life. I am so sorry for using you as a crutch when I was bored, or sad, or happy, or being sociable, or while watching tv! I am done. We are not good for one another, because of my lack of self control and self discipline. then I shut the refrigerator. The house was quiet and I was all alone; except for our dog who looked at me with a sideways stare as if to say... "my momma needs to go to the vet".

Best of luck to everyone!