Melissimplistic

I'm not gonna lie, waking up everyday to go run at 4:00 am is a daily struggle, some days are worse than others. When my alarm goes off, I usually just jump out of bed immediately to prevent self-sabotaging thoughts from entering my mind. Today was one of those days those thoughts found their way into my mind, and I was deciding whether or not to get out of bed and go run. It's funny, I was making up really good excuses as to why I should stay. But then I came up with my no fail technique to get me going and began imagining how I would feel the rest of the day if I'd stayed, and then imagining the opposite. After doing this, in matters of seconds, I jumped out of bed, got ready, and headed off.

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,...

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 th...

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 ...

It's been a while since I've posted. I really have many things to post but didn't quite find the time to do it. Anyways, some of the highlights are that first of all, Maria Isabella is going to first grade!!!!! She has learned to read quite fluently and every once in a while, we find her reading stuff on the streets. Roger is growing so fast! He's now 2 years old! I still find it hard to manage him. Marcella is going to fourth grade. Always on the Outstanding Citenzship Award. Isabella and Roger are staying at Altamar, and Marcella will continue on St. Dominic.

Marce celebrated her 9th birthday with three of her best friends: Maria Emilia, Karime, and Sara.

Hoy tuvimos un día un poco triste. Pasamos preocupadas por que la Mari tiene calentura y mu inflamada la frente. Llamamos al Dr. Huerta (el mejor doctor del mundo, que sale con ella en esta foto). Entonces nos reunimos en el hospital y dice que el la ve bien, que no le preocupa el edema pero para que nos fueramos mas tranquilas, le tuvieron que drenar parte de ese líquido (sanguasa) con una jeringa. Casi me muero!!!!!!! Pero me valiente hija no lloró para nada. Hoy contamos con unos angelitos que nos llevaron a comer, a comprar un antibiótico a la Mari y nos llevaron al hospita y nos acompañaron. Ellos son unos amigos de mi mama: David y Eli.

Esta foto es de el 3er día de Isabella. Se ve mas inflamada. Ese mismo día le quitaron el dreno y ayer se inflamó un poco mas. Con costo podía abrir sus ojitos y estaba brava por eso. Ayer estabamos un poco preocupados pues le dio una calentura baja. Hoy no le ha dado. Te pedimos Diosito que no le vuelva a dar.

After a 7 hour long surgery, we were told that everything went fine. As a precaution, Isabella will spend the night at the intensive care unit. When we saw her she was a bit uncomfortable. She wanted to take off the oxygen tube and bandage on her head. She's hungry and thirsty. She was just given a dosage of morphine and fell asleep.

We find ourselves in Costa Rica once again. Mari just entered the operating room. Previous to this day, Mari seemed so brave, but my heart was broken when to my surprise, just when they came to get her to go to the operating room she started crying. Where did all the courage go? Fortunately, the doctors allowed me to put on a gown an take her all the way to the room until she fell asleep with general anesthesia. Here are some pics of her. One of them shows her proudly posing her lost tooth.

Welcome 2010! Hope this year comes with tons of blessings for all my friends, family, and me. 2009 was a really tough year. Starting out with my sudden out of the blue separation and Isabella's craniosynostosis diagnosis at the end of last year. Anyways, 2010 welcomed us with the loss of Isabella's first tooth and a very Happy Birthday for my little girl. Here are some pics of Isabella's birthday celebration at her school Colegio Altamar:

Estas son algunas fotos de Xmas eve y esta última de Roger hoy en la mañana, ayer no le tomamos foto porque se durmió temprano y se nos pasó...andaba guapísimo! Esta Navidad fue un poco distinta a la de los años anteriores. Pero aunque fue distinta porque faltó una persona, esta persona practicamente pasó desarpercibida por todos incluyendo a los niños. Este año invitamos a mi primo Horacio y a mi tia Mirna Lou. Pasamos contentos. Comimos cerdo horneado, pavo, relleno, y postres divinos: flan y pío quinto. La Isa estaba esperando su compu como agua de mayo. Se durmió practicamente contra su voluntad, pero el sueño le ganó. Cuando fuimos a verla a la cama, se despertó y preguntó si ya podían abrir los regalos, que estaban desesperada. Le causo una gran alegría recibir su primera computadora. Es de color blanco. Para mi tambien fue una gran alegría que ella recibiera esta computadora pues la condición era que aprendiera a leer y pues ya sabe leer y escribir con bastante fluidez. ...

Que lindo pinta y dibuja mi hija.