No More Crying Over Cracker Jacks!

Cracker Jacks 2By now you have probably guessed that my weight loss journey has taken a back seat.

Why you ask?

Life.

I could list a million reasons why I haven’t “hit my goal weight” or ran a flippin’ marathon and slapped one of those pretentious 26.2 stickers on the back of my car to show everyone: Look at me, I got my fat ass up off the couch and ran a marathon.

Truth is… I don’t give two shits about running marathons or hitting my goal weight. I’m just trying to survive.

While there are fabulous “Soccer Mom’s” out there… I have to admit that I am one badass “Chemo Mom”.  Okay, so I’m driving my husband to and from his chemo appointments, but to be fair he does act like an overgrown teenager all the time at times. (Sorry, honey)

After my husband’s recent diagnosis with Waldenstrom Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma all he wanted was Cracker Jacks. So I was off to find some Cracker Jacks for him and an extremely large bottle of wine for me. The first grocery store was fresh out of CJ’s, so I paid for my groceries and went to the CVS down the street.

As I walked up and down each aisle I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I wasn’t going to cry. I’m an Army wife and by God I am going to find the damn Cracker Jacks!

I found the peanuts and popcorn section right next to the big red “OUT OF STOCK” sticker under the empty shelf where the Cracker Jacks should have been.

Cue the water works. I sobbed and sobbed over the fact that my husband was going to be dealing with this cancer. I sobbed because I couldn’t find the one thing he wanted at that moment. So I drove to every damn grocery store in Seal Beach until I found the Cracker effing Jacks at Ralph’s. I bought all of them on the rack. Every…single…package.

So we adjust our crowns, take stock of all of the POSITIVE things in our life — like having an amazing medical team at Chao Cancer Center at UC Irvine and we move on with life like a boss. A boss with a shit ton of Cracker Jacks and an oversized empty bottle of wine.

Note: To all the people out there who actually raise little humans, work jobs and maintain your sanity…I bow down to you!

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