A Christmas Miracle

I'm on the phone with ED! Second time in two days, and he called me! Oh, and I lost 12 inches over the last four weeks. I am back up to my starting weight, plus one pound, so I'm not sure how that whole thing works. And, I got an iPod for Christmas. God bless us, everyone!

Happy Festivus!!!!

You know, for the rest of us! Have a great long weekend everyone.

Gin & Juice

OK, so it was more like Gin & Tonic, instead of Gin & Juice. Not my drink of choice, but I avoided the calories of "mixers" and beer. The LAW requires that I have no more than three drinks per week (and not at the same time). However, I failed to comply and I'm sure the food police will have me arrested for multiple violations that occured this weekend.

My dad's company Christmas party was held in B-Town on Saturday night. Open bar. Topshelf liquor. Those two things led to the inevitable conclusion that I would not make it through the night without falling down at least once. It's entirely possible that I had 10-15 bombay tonics and at least 3 shots. The evening ended with me securing at least one vote for O.C. Sherrif (Not that O.C., my own O.C.) from one of my dad's employees. However, he's the same guy that kareoke'd "Take This Job & Shove It" about 9-10 years ago. At the company party. With my dad, the CEO, in the room. Nice.

Reflecting upon the evening, I realized I have not had that many drinks in one evening since my Ranch heydeys, circa 2003. A normal evening then was about 10 beers in three hours (it was dollar night, what can I say?). However, unlike my Ranch heydeys, I did not wake up next to a stranger or, in the alternative, ride home with a very drunk Summer Ayers behind the wheel. My sober mommy gave me a ride to my sister's house where I curled up (passed out) in the spare bedroom.

I worked off some of the gin on Sunday. My dad and I have an annual event where we sprint around the mall for a few hours the week before Christmas to get my mom's gifts. Four hours and countless snaps at one another later, we were done. Neither of us enjoyed ourselves, or the company of one another. That's also part of our tradition.

Monday & Tuesday were spent reviewing a file for work in B-Town. And I never want to get shot in the face.

I think I'm officially off the diet, since I've been "down South" since Saturday. Oh, well, it's Hannakuh.

Oh, gotta go, my pizza's here. :)

Cookies, Part Deux

So, I had some more cookies the other night. Same kind, the sugar cooking with the frosting. I had more than "some," too. I had seven. Then I had the remaining three this morning. I couldn't help it. Ironically, I had shrimp, too. Yup, no denying myself anything. I have to say that, after I put the cookies in my cart, I felt a lifting of anxiety. I've been really stressed out over the last few days, but I'm finally a little more relaxed.

I weighed in today. Down .2 lbs since Monday. At least I didn't gain anything.

Oh, and to respond to NewMomDawn's comment regarding my Virtual Me 3.0 model. She does look eerily like me, down to the skirt and mary janes. I thought that, myself. Scary.

Week 3

After a long, long wait to get weighed (they're totally rude, but that's a different topic), I got on the scale for the first time in 5 days. I am 4 lbs lighter. So, I'm down 3 lbs from my starting weight. [chicken dance].

Life as a Cat

It's really boring. I came down with a stomach bug on Friday morning. All I've done since then is sleep and eat, with more focus on the sleep part. By Sunday evening, even my cats were giving me looks as if to say, "aren't you going to DO anything?"

I had a momentary burst of energy last night and cleaned the apartment. Two loads of dishes had been staring me down for quite awhile and, well, I haven't had these dishes long enough to feel OK about throwing them out. :) I even picked up all the packing peanuts that had been strewn about the floor for quite some time. Oh how I love shopping online for holiday gifts.

Today, I've been slightly productive. I went into the office to check my mail & e-mail. After 30 minutes of sitting at my desk in my pajamas, I was back on my couch with the cats.

On another note, I spoke with my mom today. She was snowmobiling (Yes, we're like the Beverly Hillbillies, but with snow toys instead of the cement pond), at the cabin and managed to roll the sled (and she rolled with it) and break her ankle. Yikes. Thank god she was wearing a helmet.

And, true to herself, my mom didn't think anything was broken or, at best, she "wasn't sure." So, she snowmobiled for awhile, hung out, had her friend that's a nurse look at it, and waited until the end of the weekend before deciding to swing by the hospital to get it looked over by a doctor. She didn't even go to the local hospital by the cabin. She decided, instead, to stop by the one by her house, which means she rode in the car for three hours.

The best part about this story. It's one thing to tell yourself that you didn't break anything after an injury and ignore it for awhile. It's another thing when you've come to this determination, in error, three or four times previously, dating back to 1984. Every time, she thinks it isn't broken. Every time, it is. In 1984, she broke her ankle so badly she required a plate and screws.

You gotta love my mom.

Light a Virtual Candle, Fight HIV/AIDS

Today, Bristol-Myers Squibb, the pharmaceutical monolith that charges nearly $1,000 for a 30 day supply of one of its HIV/AIDS medications, is donating $1 to the National AIDS Fund for each person who simply visits their website and "virtually lights a candle." The tally is near 1,000,000 now.

Please, please take 20 seconds to "light a candle":

https://www.lighttounite.org/

By the way, if you're not very smart (like me), it's a confusing website. The cursor looks like a lit match. You point it to the top of the "candle," click, and watch the candle alight.

Thanks, Shanogropher, for the info (and don't sue me for plagiarizing your post).