Started with a dietician appointment in which I'd lost ONE stinkin' pound. ONE!?
Okay, it's time to get down to business here. I mean, if I didn't have a problem I wouldn't be contemplating this surgery, right? But still... I need to get serious about being healthy. The band will be my friend. But friends only stick around as long as you're good to them! Time to get out & buy some new tools to help me, like my friend Camille.
Speaking of Camille, it's her birthday today! Happy Birthday, my friend!!!
And, since we're eating more "sensibly," I got you a virtual cake too. I thought of you the second I saw it:
Perhaps, someday (sigh), I'll be wearing shoes like that again. Right now, they'd be sure-fired tools towards my demise...
Speaking of demise, I have my psych consult TOMORROW! I finally made the appointment. Let's just say, I'm excited to get this one over with! He might find me crazier than a loon, but it'll be one more step along this journey.
More to come... but I must drag my bum into the shower & ready myself for a Thursday at work that looks sure to kill me. Sooo many surgeries... aaaarrrgghhhh!
Blessings,
Robin
