Down to 143.4 lbs, a little over a pound loss. Things should be leveling off here soon. I'm kind of jazzed about starting the New Year more or less in maintenance mode. Nice timing.
Little Sis is now out of the hospital. She was in there longer than any of us expected, I guess because we all underestimated the seriousness of things. Plus she was isolated from family (limited visiting hours) in a loud wing with an uncomfortable bed and getting more depressed every day. But, she's out and now on a path to a healthy new life. I hope. She has to navigate herself through this. Before her health and then body took a turn for the worse, I picked her up some "fun" gifts. Now I wish I hadn't and instead opted for such things as, a workout DVD, hand weights, a heart monitor, some cool workout clothes. I still feel uncomfortable doing that, though. Most of us don't like the subtle (and not-so subtle) hints that we are fat and unhealthy. I know I didn't. So, I don't volunteer advice, except occasionally on weight-loss blogs.(which is a different context anyway). I don't give gifts bearing thinly-veiled messages. But in this case, when she needs it and HAS to do it, well, that's more complicated. I should just suck it up, put on the bossy big sis hat and do it. The worst that will happen is that she'll be irritated that I'm nagging her. She would take it more personal if, for instance, a stranger did the same thing.
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind in other ways, most of it office -related. I was running around like a mad monkey meeting all sorts of crazy ass deadlines, court appearances, etc. The last of the fire drills ended this afternoon. Shit. I probably shouldn't have said that. My desk will probably hold steaming piles of paper turds when I go back in tomorrow morning.
I realize as I'm typing this that I am tired to the point of being retarded. I haven't thought about dinner and can't remember what I'm supposed to do tonight. Wait, I remember! Watching Food, Inc.
Oh, an advance confession: I will be going to the Velvet Tango Room to indulge in a real eggnog. That's right. Raw egg, cream and all. But since I haven't been engaging in abnormally bad behavior during this season, what the hell.
And for some advance holiday cheer, here's a creepy tree Santa I found at the local Marc's:
He had yellow eyes, so help me God. Yellow eyes!
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind in other ways, most of it office -related. I was running around like a mad monkey meeting all sorts of crazy ass deadlines, court appearances, etc. The last of the fire drills ended this afternoon. Shit. I probably shouldn't have said that. My desk will probably hold steaming piles of paper turds when I go back in tomorrow morning.
I realize as I'm typing this that I am tired to the point of being retarded. I haven't thought about dinner and can't remember what I'm supposed to do tonight. Wait, I remember! Watching Food, Inc.
Oh, an advance confession: I will be going to the Velvet Tango Room to indulge in a real eggnog. That's right. Raw egg, cream and all. But since I haven't been engaging in abnormally bad behavior during this season, what the hell.
And for some advance holiday cheer, here's a creepy tree Santa I found at the local Marc's:
He had yellow eyes, so help me God. Yellow eyes!
What the hell indeed. Get your nog on, girl. You deserve it.
ReplyDeleteGood news about your sis' recovery. That's a tough spot between giving her what you think she wants and what you think she needs. Ultimately, she's going to have to do it on her own. Sadly, you just can't want it for her.
And kudos on the loss. Nice job.
Yeah, I've come to the same conclusion after thinking about it longer. Major nag fail.
ReplyDeleteI am going to have nightmares about that santa! YIKES! lol
ReplyDeleteThat is a devil of a Santa. God, I hope he doesn't see me when I'm sleeping. Is this from the Amityville Christmas tree?
ReplyDeleteCongrats on your weight loss. Enjoy your nog. Hope it has some rum or something else to make you drink raw egg. :P
Your sis has to decided on her own to get in shape. Unfortunately, it's not something that a loved one can decide for us. But you can be there for her and be the inspiration for her. :)
Congrats on the loss!
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah....creepy santa.
Glad you sister is doing better. That balance between helping and irritating is tough, but she may be more ready than ever to hear it. ??
ReplyDeleteOh, and this: "The last of the fire drills ended this afternoon." Yeppers, that's a big ol' jinx just looking you in the eye.
So glad she's out of the hospital, sounds like a pretty miserable experience. And I hear you on the gift thing!
ReplyDeleteI had something more to add on that theme but the creepy santa thing just totally froze my brain. Eeek!
Wow, your sister must have been really sick...glad to hear she's on the mend. Maybe all that she's gone through will be her "bottom" and she will be open to making some healthy changes, but as we all know, no one can make us do it but ourselves (otherwise my mother would have made me thin ages ago!).
ReplyDeleteThat santa is awful...you bought it, didn't you?!?
Congrats on the loss. Hoisting a mug of nog to yours.
ReplyDeleteWow - lots of drama at your end. Hope the worst of it is over and the steaming piles of paper turds never materialize.
And the Santa? Perhaps a sign of the apocalypse? I'm just sayin'.
Shelley, thanks.
ReplyDeleteI was soooo close to buying it. It was $7.99! Wouldn't that look great as a Halloween prop?
Damn I've missed a lot since my comp's been down. Hope all is well with your sis!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the nog...I've never had it, never will, raw egg scares me and makes me want to spew...everywhere.
Also, that santa is super creepy!