Morning everyone. I'm so happy it's weekend. For some reason I've been more tired all week than normal. I know that it's because during vacation I slept in and changed my sleeping pattern but I thought by Thursday it would be better. I'm still a bit tired this am, but that's normal for me on a weekend when I don't get up and exercise. We're going snowshoeing today so exercise is a little later on. Since it's snowing we might not go to Crater Lake - instead go to the mountain by our house and take the huskies so they can run. DH is still sleeping so I'm not sure on his opinion yet.
Carol, too funny about TOM showing up after we mentioned it. Funny in a sad way. You're not giving me hope that mine will leave.

I did re-weighin this am - it couldn't be worse than yesterday. It wasn't of the 2.5 pounds the evil scale said I gained, miraculously 1.5 disappeared. It still was up a pound from last week, but I can live with that. 2.5 was ridiculous.
But I was good yesterday. I logged everything and made food I wanted. In the am, I'd written on the dry wipe board, no dinner tonight. My DS1 has complained about the lack of schedule of when I make dinner. That made me mad so I decided why should I bother then? I don't like to cook and his pickiness has made the choices slim. So in the afternoon, I talked to almost DIL on the phone and she asked if I was on strike. I said Yes, I am. She thought I was joking and I re-iterated that I was and I told her why. So she's going to make sure DS1 understands and that she's mad at him. She didn't grow up with a family dinner time and she likes it. DS1 blew that away. Anyway, it was funny and I made a point.
So I made 4 Costco raviolis with marinara, an ounce of fresh mozz melted on top, a slice of homemade bread with a touch of butter (about 1/2 t.) and a sprinkle of garlic and a small salad. It was so divine. A serving for one. DS2 would have liked it but he went out to eat with DS and almost DIL. This weekend I'm making chili (I think you all mentioned that and my subconscious said yum!!!) and then I'm going to make my own marinara and can it tomorrow. So spaghetti tomorrow. Bummer, DS1 doesn't like either of the above.
Carol and Judy, I hope you have a relaxing weekend. Work weeks after a long vacation or weekend always seem worse.
Carol, good news on bear sleeping better last night. Puppies are work, but the unconditional love between a doggie parent and a doggie is worth every second. I think at this point if I didn't have my doggies, I'd be back on psych meds because DS1 would push me over the edge. My doggies definitely keep me sane. I would do anything for all 3 of them.
Judy, are you nuts??? Spend $100 on another evil box??? I'd rather a root canal.

I "know" it's not the scale, but the wackiness of my femal body. I fluctuate so much and when you don't weigh often, sometimes I hit the high end and sometimes the low end (which then makes the high end seem even worse). I suppose weighing daily would help give me an average, but doing it daily was making me depressed/elated too much. I hate that I live and die by the scale, but I do. It sets the trend for my day. I've tried every day, not at all, once a week and twice a week. By far twice a week is best on my mental state so I go there. Actually never is better on the surface until I gain 40 pounds because I wasn't vigilant. The evil scale is my conscience. Truly it kept me vigilant yesterday. I know to the exact calorie how much I ate yesterday (1628). And I'll know today... and tomorrow... so I guess it's okay the evil scale pissed me off yesterday.
Penny, hope you're feeling better.
Marie