Thursday, December 06, 2012
Mali is getting her fair share of attention in SP Land. We've had her about 4 1/2 years, and no one has called her "perfect" until now (thanks, Karen!!).
On to stupid things. I have been doing pretty well with food management, and I even drank my waters yesterday, and I was a half-pound heavier this morning. I think that I need to move around more.
I am depressed, and am not doing the stuff that I need to do to make myself feel better or, at least, distracted, when I am at home. Gifts wrapped? Nope. Baking? Nope (well, that's legitimately ok, as I really don't have the time -- it takes planning -- and I don't need the calories). Play with orchids? Nope. Getting home too late. Too cold to be watering them. Reading? Yep, but the book, while fascinating and well-written, isn't the funny book that I thought that it would be. I'm worried about my mom, feeling guilty because I'm working tomorrow night and she'll be alone. We see her on Saturday, and will take her to see my SIL's play; then we plan to spend the night with her.
I cleared a bunch of old basura off of my desk yesterday and shredded it. A good start.
Maybe if I get that good cry out of my system, the figurative weight will be shed and my literal weight loss will get kick-started.