Melissimplistic

I usually train 5 days a week and get Fridays and Sundays off. On those days I usually go for short walks. Walking is less demanding than running and it provides the same mental and physical benefits of running. Nothing feels better than taking walks with the person you love ❤️.  

It's Saturday and it's the last training day of the week. Just ended 1 week of a 4 week running plan cycle. My goal is to set a new personal record on the half marathon distance. Glad my fitness level and VO2 max indicator are both increasing or at least maintaining.  Follow me on Instagram @melissimplistic.

It's been such a long time since the last time I've posted.  I thought about ending this blog completely as if some part of my life would be closed with shutting it down forever.  As if with this, the painful part of my life would be buried forever.  In fact, I know, burying this blog would not end the sorrowful moments of my life: Divorce - Yes I went through a painful divorce.  I look back at my life, and a dreadful feeling runs through my entire body by just imagining what my life would have been if I had not gone through this.  The comfort zone.  I would like to talk a bit about the comfort zone.  A state in life in which one finds itself comfortable with the actual state of life, with aspirations covered and without any pressures. It seems like a good place to remain because one knows what to expect without any surprises.  That was me, living in the comfort zone.  Felt secured, but unhappy, unsastified, without goals, depressed.  I only had one goal: my family.  But w

Finally, after days my dad insisting and years of trying to drag myself to take Isabella to the dentist, I finally did yesterday. I anticipated the worst, her losing three teeth and going a through a horrible anesthesia procedure. She will indeed, most probably go through the horrible anesthesia procedure because she will have one teeth removed. The rest will just be cavity repair. I feel so relieved!

It's been a long time since I've written on my blog.  Events in my life have pushed me into a turmoil of continual change since my sudden, unexpected separation in 2009.  I visualize my life as the before and the after.  Picturing life in this way is a symptom that I have gone through a traumatic event and that I have or I am suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. In fact, my separation was a traumatic event.  At the beginning, I used to write a lot, but suddenly I fell into a surviving state.  Unexpectedly, I came to realize that this was real.  There was no turning back .  It was like so much pain could not be sealed in the profound expression of my hurt feelings into this blog. Yet, so much has gone by.  New jobs, new goals, new friends, new dreams, new challenges, new ways of doing things, new ways of managing things, new car, new house, new hobbies, new schools, new surgeries, new trips, new business trips, new ways of perceiving things, new ways of handling thin

Last year we scheduled this continence surgery for Maria Isabella. Basically they did one called MACE which is to control her pupu and Mitrofanoff to control pipi. She also had reimplantation of her urinary catheters to fix her reflux. So this Wednesday she went into surgery. At the beginning we didn't really have much information about the surgery and we thought it was going to be a simple one. But it was harder that we had expected. Even the preparation for surgey was hard. To prepare her for surgery, they had to clean her intestines. We started at home with fleet enemas, and we thought that was going to be enough. But when we arrived at the hospital, we learned they had to clean her system even more with this medicine that she had to drink. The medicine is very salty and bad flavoured so they had to introduce a catheter into her nose to her tummy. That really frightened me. And it was very uncomfortable for her. She was also frightened. The surgery wasn't a simple