Good <grumble, grumble> morning, GGs...happy belated birthday, Karen (I hope you won a fortune!) and Happy Valentines day to us all! I am awake - mostly, anyway - at 5:52 in the morning for no good reason other than the fact that DH seems to have gotten up a half hour or so ago to feed the cats (Those danged cats RUN the place, I swear!) and evidently woke me in the process. Now HE can climb right back into bed and be asleep again in two minutes flat, but once something wakes me up, that's all she wrote. I'm tossing and turning, and TRYING to go back to sleep, but it's never any use, and I end up hauling my tired butt out of bed long before I had any intentions of doing so. Blah. I can hear him in there snoring now. I'd like to go in there and strangle him. I won't. Good thing I don't have to work today, though. Maybe I can grab a nap this afternoon sometime. If that man gives me flowers (which he will) I will probably throw them at him. Ah, well. Monday he's off to work at Old Sturbride Village as an "historical interpretor". I'm thrilled. I'll have the whole day to myself. Those of you who know me, know what a rare event THAT is!
My stomach seems better - but maybe 90% as opposed to completely better yet. I'm still not feeling quite up to eating normally yet. I did have some of my (famous) homemade chicken veggie soup last night with some crackers, but took Beano first. I won't reveal any more of the gory details, but let's just say it didn't stick with me for very long. No pain in the belly, though, which is a definite improvement. Like you,
Isabella, I USED to be able to eat anything at all and never experience a single minutes discomfort. Now it seems that I have to be VERY careful...what fun, eh?
Well,
Georgia, I've got to say THANKS FOR SHARING your beautiful weather observations with we, the ones persecuted by snow, sleet and ice....<grumble some more>...maybe you'd like to invite us all out for a nice vacay in the sun at your place? Oh, don't mind me...it's mid-February, and up here in the frozen northeast, that means another six weeks or so of this nastiness. The mere mention of glorious weather elsewhere on the map tends to hit a sore spot, especially with people like me, who most definitely suffer from seasonal affective disorder. Seriously. I may have to go to a tanning salon if we don't get some sunshine soon. As you may have noticed, this morning I am not exactly what one would describe as "cheery".
Good for you,
Cindy! Just think where you could be in another couple of months - in another six months - if you could maintain a steady one pound per week loss! That's the perfect loss rate; I'm hoping to achieve it myself, starting tomorrow. Congrats!
Lynn, those challenges work well for some of you, but I'm the type that doesn't do so well with that kind of stuff. I seem to do best when I don't get too creative about what I'm eating - stick with a fairly limited menu - and just plod along from one day to the next without paying a whole lot of attention to what I'm doing. That daily weighing just doesn't help me at all. I seem much more motivated if I weigh myself every two or three weeks and can see some (positive) difference in my weight. I am too easily discouraged by the daily ups and downs. Pitiful, right?
Oh,
PT, I'm trying very hard to match your fineness of fettle...falling a little short here, but I'll give it a little more effort, I promise.

Has anybody been to a toy store lately? It's my grandson's birthday today - he's turning 8 - and DH and I went to ToyRUs to find him a Lego set because he loves building things. I can't believe how many LEGO SETS are about violence and fighting and war!!!!! Every other game in the store had the work "attack" in the title! We were really disturbed by it. NO wonder the world is in the shape it's in! They are still glamorizing fighting and war to even the smallest of children! It's so depressing.
Okay, sorry for blathering on...have a good day, all...

Z