TJ North

I admit it  - I wimped out tonight. It is cold, I am tired, and I promised Son #1 I would pay for pizza any night this week AND take him to the movies if he walked the dog. Yes, 23, and he is still open to blatant bribery.

Having him here is making it easier to deal with Loverboy moving away, and all this work stuff that is landing on me lately. He mainly does his thing and I do mine, but we eat dinner together ( a family rule I enforced for years that has still stuck - good to know something did) and it is nice to have someone to chat with. I am afraid I would be drowning in chocolate and vodka if he wasn’t around. Poor poor me, I know.

Continuing the pity party theme - the nose is red with a purple squiggly scar down the middle, and about 150% bigger than it should be. Message: make your kids wear sunscreen!!!

I am a bit high on the calorie count but not out of control, and I have only had one cookie the last 2 weeks - that’s good. I am making up the extra on fruit, cheese and whole wheat bread. Trust me, could be a lot worse.

This week I am going to sign up for some sort of exercise class - whatever I can find. I need to schedule  something to get my body moving in a different direction. I have tried to start yoga again on my own in the a.m. but a) I would rather sleep and b) the dog thinks it’s a good game to headbutt me when I am in reach. The monster. Gives a whole new meaning to downward dog.