Who Are YOU When You’re Hungry?

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favorite bars
SNICKERS® bars are part of a long-running joke in our family.  When my husband and I were dating he couldn’t hide his confusion the first time he saw me eat a SNICKERS® bar. I told him he’d just always been eating his wrong. I pull back half the wrapper, carefully eat the chocolate coating from the top, bottom, and sides, then eat the middle. That’s how everyone does it, right?

As our lives went on Michael soon learned that for me a SNICKERS® was the solution to pretty much any problem – at least short-term ;) It was the solution when I was stressed out, sleep-deprived, starving, and had a big project due the next day in college. When I was a new nurse and came home so exhausted after three twelve-hour shifts in a row that I could hardly gather the energy to walk from my car to our apartment he’d meet me at the door with a SNICKERS®.
As the years have passed a hug and a SNICKERS® bar have gone a long way towards talking me out of my tree during two pregnancies and countless times I’ve simply spread myself too thin with commitments at work, at home, and with volunteer groups.

When Michael and I first saw the original #WhenImHungry commercial we just stared at each other in shock, then burst out laughing – it was like our house had been bugged!

So of course doing this post has been especially fun. The hardest part was making sure no one ate all my candy bars before I had a chance to take pictures!
candy aisle
The candy aisle at my local CVS isn’t hard to find: it’s the first thing everyone sees when they walk in the door. When this kind gentleman saw me taking pictures of candy bars he asked if he could help me find anything. His real question, of course, was, “Why is this crazy lady taking pictures of candy bars?” Once I explained he was very helpful, and pointed out the SNICKERS® peanut butter squares I’d walked right past. (Delicious, BTW. And perfect for sharing . . . if you feel so inclined.) He admitted that although he loved SNICKERS® and adored almonds he hadn’t let himself try SNICKERS® Almond yet, for fear he’d lose all self-control :D Funny the restrictions we put on ourselves, isn’t it?
cvs man
So I checked out with my candy bars and a couple of other must-haves I picked up along the way (I can’t resist a bargain).

But let’s get to the meat of the matter, shall we? I’m disabled because of back pain after four surgeries. I’m home all day because we are currently a one-car family. And here in Kentucky “Spring” means seventy degrees one day and thirty degrees the next, which wreaks havoc with my spinal column. So some days when my husband and son arrive home after my son’s band practice I’m, well, just not myself.
If my texts and phone calls with Michael during the day have lead him to believe someone other than his usually relatively sweet wife awaits he probably stopped on the way home to pick up a SNICKERS®.
me normal
By the time I’m halfway through I’ve regained my perspective. And I’ll probably realize I forgot to eat lunch. And I’ll promise myself to do better tomorrow. But sooner or later I’m gonna get hungry and grumpy again, so it’s a good thing we have a CVS close by for those #WhenImHungry emergencies.
How about you? Do you always remember to take breaks and eat a little something so you don’t end up ravenously hungry toward the end of the day? Or do you tend to get caught up in what you’re doing or distracted by the dozen things that all need to be done immediately? Maybe it’s time to create a SNICKERS® stash for those sorts of days!


Nerium Frenzy


— 1 —

Between snow days, Michael working long stretches, and John having weekend practices for his upcoming concert band performance in Carnegie Hall I lost track of days. A whole week, actually. So I was screeching at John to go through his clothes and see what he needed for his trip two weeks beforehand. Of course he ignored me, and after a couple of days I realized we had a whole week longer than I’d thought before Spring Break. Of course he still hasn’t gone through his stuff and I’ll end up in Target as they’re herding the last shoppers out the night before he leaves (at 6 a.m.) trying to find socks and underwear. And I’ll buy inappropriate boxers just out of spite because that’s how I roll.

— 2 —

 I rarely drive, since Michael and I have been “sharing” (insert sarcasm) a car for a year and a half now. But when I do drive I’m usually going somewhere I’ve never been before for a Nerium event. My Garmin is starting to get on my nerves. WHY is there not a Southern option to choose from in the accents? I’d just like to hear the street names pronounced properly. Is that so much to ask?

— 3 —

The Nerium stuff has been kind of wild and crazy, actually, what with huge bonuses being offered and new Brand Partners being offered irresistible amounts of product. Canada and Mexico are going wild, and Korea is next up. World-wide within 12-18 months. So I answer my phone whenever it rings, no matter how early or late. I’m shooting for a bonus this month, so Michael’s been delivering a lot of samples and I’ve spent a lot of time in bed on the phone trying to make those last few sales to put us over the top.

— 4 —

After I’ve taken my pain pill and bedtime muscle relaxer at bedtime I konk out pretty fast, so when someone calls before I fall asleep I probably shouldn’t answer the phone, but I do. That’s when I find notes the next morning I’ve left for myself that make no. sense. whatsoever. And I don’t remember writing them. Usually quizzing Michael about what he heard from my side of the conversation helps. Please feel free to call me after 10:30 p.m., but your order will get entered faster if you ask to speak to Michael. Just sayin’.

— 5 —

I don’t know if it’s my overall stress level, the AWESOME stress of trying to rank up and earn a juicy bonus we REALLY need, or purely hormonal, but most days are one continuous hot flash. If Mom wasn’t a breast cancer survivor I’d be on hormone replacement faster than you can say boc fan, but that’s not an option. So I’ll just continue to live life in my own personal sauna.

— 6 —

Even though I’m very enthusiastic about Nerium right now, and even have John using it because he wants to grow some sort of facial hair (I didn’t ask for details – saving that battle for later) Michael has been quite a pill about it. He has nothing but negative things to say about our odds of ranking up this month, he refused to even look at the pictures I took at Lexus of Louisville, and he’s not even using the product! As long as he keeps delivering samples I won’t complain, but this could well be our future. A fabulous and happy future at that. So if he thinks I’m standing on a stage with him all frowny-faced while we hold a massive bonus check he’s in for a big surprise.

— 7 —

I have a terrible case of puppy fever. It doesn’t help that a spent an afternoon with a Golden Doodle pup and a St. Bernard pup the other day, and that a friend emailed my a chocolate lab pup picture. I may have to email my pic to all the local animal shelters with an attachment telling them not to let me adopt a puppy, that we’re at our two-dog limit. I’m not known for my self-control where animals are concerned.

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“If you want something done, ask a busy woman.” ~ Anonymous

That’s an old saying I’ve found to be true over and over again. I’ve met too many people who spend more time making excuses for why they can’t do something than it actually takes to complete it. And so many people with a dozen balls in the air already – what difference does one more make? I was never one to back down from a challenge. In fact, I thought I did my best work when the pressure was on. Then I faced a challenge I couldn’t overcome – but had no idea how to admit defeat.

I worked in constant pain for two years. I worked full time, usually more than forty hours a week, at a job where decisions I made could mean the difference between life and death for my patients. I tried not to take the narcotic pain medications my doctors had prescribed, or the muscle relaxers – both made me groggy, and the very thought of being a nurse working under the influence of medications like those was against all I’d been taught. But the pain itself was just as disabling as the drugs. It was bad enough to have me running to the restroom to vomit many times, and twice I passed out from the pain. But I was under the care of doctors, I was at some sort of treatment or therapy nearly every day. How could I not work? I was the primary breadwinner, I carried the all-important health insurance.

But after my fourth surgery, when the pain was still no better, I didn’t return to work. I felt guilty, felt like a failure, but I kept trying to get better. Eventually a nurse practitioner sat me down and explained that I would never get better – that my disease was progressive and the best I could hope for was to slow it down a bit.  I was forty-six.

Since then my challenges have changed. Taking a shower is challenging. Drying my hair is impossible. Travelling an hour is a challenge. Travelling eight hours is impossible. Running a couple of errands is a challenge. Doing a full grocery trip (even with a handicapped placard and a teen to do the heavy lifting) is impossible. Spending thirty minutes at the computer is a challenge. Spending an hour there will put me in bed the rest of the day.

It’s been difficult, but I’ve adapted to my new challenges. In the future I’m sure I’ll have to adapt to more. Challenges are good, and the feeling of meeting a challenge is heady. But not every challenge can or should be met. We each have our own race to run, and it’s not a competition with anyone else. Just ourselves.


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