Tuesday, February 4, 2014

The #FatChick Pays the Price for Not Taking Her Own Advice #SayNo #MyWANA #SB48

Once again The Fat Chick has to confess to not taking her own advice. Just last week I talked about having to get to a place in my life where I'm comfortable saying no to things and not over-committing myself. When I wrote that blog, I had already promised the hubby I'd host/cook for his Super Bowl party. It was his 40th birthday as well so how could I say no? I mean, the man spoiled me rotten by taking me to Disneyland for my birthday. We stayed at the Grand Californian for heaven's sake. He ROCKS!!!

I have to say I pulled off a fabulous party and got the house in tip top shape for an old friend of hubby's who stayed overnight after the game. It was a great time for all—well, those of us who are Seattle Seahawks fans had a grand time! LOL

By the end of the game, my back was in spasms and my feet were killing me. Not only do I suffer from chronic back pain, I get heel spur pain off and on too. 

With help, we got the food all put away and the kitchen in some semblance of order before we settled in to relax for the night. That's when the pain hit...hard. I thought I could sleep it off and be fine for work at the veterinary hospital yesterday. 

Yeah, that didn't work out so well. 

I was up hourly trying to get comfortable and with the tiny over forty bladder I have, getting up to go to the bathroom was an excruciating chore. Finally, hubby had enough and made me call in to work. There was no way he was going to allow me to go in like that. This is where my old bud, Vicodin comes in handy. When I have to take it, the pain is unbearable and I can't drive while on it. Needless to say I spent the entire time in bed and loopy. By mid-afternoon yesterday, hubby and I decided I needed to stay in bed one more day. Otherwise he was going to take me to the hospital to MAKE ME STAY IN BED. 

I kid you not. When your husband has to threaten to take you to the hospital to make you rest, you need to listen! LOL! Seriously, I've never had anyone in my life who cares for me like he does. If he could take the pain from me he would. 

That's what you get ladies when you marry a young stud muffin! I'm not talking about the dudes who are mentally young either. My husband is seven years younger than me and he treats me like a QUEEN.

So going forward from today, I have to listen to my body and not take on everything on my shoulders. I have to let people help me when they offer AND I have to ASK them for help too.

Here's to my promise to myself and hopefully all of you who are like me will take the pledge too. JUST SAY NO!!!

Until next time,
~The Fat Chick


  1. It sounds like you have a wonderful husband and I wouldn't have said no to him either. Often, saying no makes sense, but, in this case, you could have said yes with restrictions, including some on yourself.

  2. Patricia, I couldn't agree with you more. I made a promise to myself and to my husband I wouldn't keep doing this to myself. He's a keeper that's for sure. Our deal for now is that I'll make the meatballs and the deviled eggs with bacon (LOL) for any party and the rest will be either catered or supplied by the guests as potluck. I've also agreed to allow him to hire a housekeeper during the times I have big deadlines. I just don't like people seeing how much of a disaster I become during the deadline crunches. I have to get over that and feeling like I'm letting him down if I can't do it all like my mother did. That woman raised six kids, worked over 40 hours a week as a police dispatcher and kept the home and yard immaculate. Don't know how she did it except fueled by cigarettes and coffee. I don't smoke and hate coffee. LOL!


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