My View

This is my view today. My pretty roses, my TV with all the wires sticking out. Hubby graciously moved our cable box so I could enjoy all channels. My cute socks with paw prints. No, I haven't worn them for 24 hours straight. I put them on for the photo.

The second day is always the worst, and today is no exception. I feel like crap. The cramps are one thing, but most of it is because I'm so out of shape. See, throwing up yesterday really took it out of me. Today, every muscle that contracted yesterday is sore. It even hurts to cough.

So I've snuggled up sideways on the bed, with my faithful kitty, my son popped in for awhile to watch Jack. I haven't put a single movie in because every time I start to watch one, I fall fast asleep.

My throat and neck hurt, and my hubby and I were figuring it was due to the awkward position during anesthesia. My rib cage hurts. I have cramps. Whine, whine, whine.

The flowers: They arrived this morning. Hubby announced it and pulled the card for me to read. I said thank you. He said who are they from? I said thank you and handed him the card. I wish I had been feeling better to really play it up, but I wasn't. He held it, stared at it in disbelief, and then said, "But Jo, I didn't do this." He then stood there a minute while I was smelling them and asked, "Did you do this?" "Yes. Yes, I did. Every girl wants flowers after surgery." He apologized and said he didn't even think of flowers.

I got to feeling bad about it, because what if I hurt his feelings. He's done a lot for me. Thankfully he saw my strange humor in it. He's a keeper.

Oh, and for the record, I never asked for drugs. I just took what they gave me. I was hoping for Percocet because they make me so, um, happy. I didn't ask specifically!

Wait and Weight

When I left the house early this morning, my weight was 245.5. That floored me, and is more than likely a fluke. However, I stepped on the scale several times and it was the same.

Before I left the center today, the nurse told me not to worry about drinking as I was so well hydrated that it should last a couple days.

I just stepped on the scale and it said 252.5. Holy hydration, Batman.

That didn't upset me at all, rather, I found it absolutely fascinating. I will be curious what tomorrow's weight will be, and of course my official Monday weigh-in.

Any time you have a stress to your body, it's bound to change the chemistry. So it's obvious to me that weight will be effected by that.

Strangely, I have not had to go to the bathroom at all today. Normally I drink enough water and stuff that I should buy stock in a toilet paper company.

Interesting.

Anyway, I'm waiting for tomorrow morning. I pulled something funny. See, when hubby went to get my pills and groceries, he didn't get me a $5 bunch of flowers. I really thought he would. I love those little grocery store flowers because they're cheap and pretty. He knows that.

Hubby forgot to get pop, so he just ran out and got me some Diet 7-Up. It's a good thing he forgot, because I originally asked for sugar pop. The nice nurse put a few cans in our bag, which I didn't know about. Those are gone now.

Anyway, he took my son. I was sure he would go to Wal-mart and also pick up a $5 bunch of flowers.

Nope.

So just for the record, my husband was in Alabama all week and was supposed to leave today. The boss okayed him leaving due to my surgery. It was an imposition for his work, but as hubby said, family comes first. His flight got delayed and he got home late last night. And last night I was in a frenzy and nervous and worried. We had to drive him to his work so he could drop off the company car. I couldn't take my xanax until we got home.

So here he worked hard all week out of town, hurried home, showed up three hours later than he was supposed to (he did call but he was late with his estimate), got me up this morning, which is not an easy task, listened to me chatter on the way up, waited patiently, was attentive, drove me home, got my meds, got me mac and cheese (the food that made me fat to begin with! lol), and he's just a lovable guy. Really, he is. He works hard and takes good care of us.

But as the song goes, "You don't bring me flowers anymore."

So I got online, logged in at Hy-Vee, our grocery store, found that 25 roses were on special for $35 and I bought them. I signed the card, "We love you, hubby and son." They will be delivered tomorrow.

I cannot wait to see their expressions when I read the card. And I am going to pretend like they did it. lol

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The doctor told me this was supposed to be a spa weekend. And to me, that means I need to go into Diva mode. Isn't that what a diva would do? I set out looking for carnations, which are my favorites, but the roses were the cheapest, so I'm not that much of a diva. lol Well, I could have got 3 flowers in a vase, but I wanted a bit more than that.

So am I selfish, ornery, a diva? Or am I being fun and playful with a devious streak? I guess I could blame it on narcotics. I think it's funny.

At least we'll have beautiful smelling flowers in the house that will make me smile every time I see them. =)

I'm Home

A little drugged, so excuse typos.

Made it to the big city fine, the anesthesiologist gave me anti-nausea meds and pepcid. Also something for anxiety. Saw the doctor briefly.

Boom, things happen fast. Next thing I knew I was taking deep breaths and out without thought.

Waking up was the hard part. I just wanted to lie on my side and sleep. Got sick. I always get sick after surgery, despite the nausea meds.

I was in recovery for an hour, they gave me Sierra Mist and crackers. I requested full-sugar pop. I think there's a time and place for that, and today was the time and place. Sierra Mist hit the spot.

After that she told me to get dressed to go home.

WHAT? I'm too tired! I'm light-headed. Noooo. But I did.

She wheeled me the car, and handed me a throw-up bag. She said the long ride might give me motion sickness.

HA HA HA ... We made it from the loading zone to the entrance to the parking lot and I was using that bag. I felt so bad as my hubby, who has a steel stomach, was turning green.

He stopped and bought me a fountain Sprite which was nice. Had a few sips, slept all the way home. Had strange, cool psychedelic dreams. Color dreams, with patterns and shapes...it was kind of cool. lol

Have been cramping the whole time, and the cramps run down my legs. It's just like a rough period--what I'm used to.

Doc gave me darvocet. I was so hoping for Percocet, which I call a happy pill. lol Also gave me 800 mg Motrin. I'm to take both. Believe me, I will. lol

Got home, put my favorite night gown on, climbed into bed and slept hard for about 45 minutes. Then I woke up ravenous. Hubby was picking up my meds so I had some soda crackers. Yum.

When he got home, I popped a pill even though it was 15 minutes too early. Then I discovered hubby bought me my all-time favorite food: Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. My son made it for me without butter and I had maybe a half a cup. That's all I'll eat today, more than likely, mac and cheese and crackers.

Have been sleeping about ten minutes a pop, then getting up and walking around.

I'm a drugged zombie.

The only weird thing was my blood pressure. Hubby watched it and the bottom number got as low as 38. The rest of the time it was in the 40s and 50s. Strange. Funny, when I was in high school and early college, it used to be very low like that. When I donated blood, I used t have to jog in place to get it up.

Everything went very well, but if I could change anything, I would request they let the person stay and recover longer. I just didn't feel up to going quite yet as I was so tired. It was really good to be in my jammies, though, and in my own bed. Still, it was too quick.

My hubby and son thought the socks were the coolest. (So did I.) bairpaws.com is the company. It's a gown that has vacuum cleaner-like holes, and they insert warmer hoses. That was way cool. Also came with those cute socks. Both hubby and son asked if I got to keep the socks! lol I did. Will snap a photo when I'm not so drugged.

Sorry if this was too long or gross, but the blog is my memory, so I tell it like it is.

I'm going to snuggle up and turn on the TV. Not going to put a movie in yet because I'll fall asleep.

Toxic

I have felt so toxic today. I feel sick, sleepy, cranky and my body just feels toxic. It is so off. I SO regret not taking a xanax last night. Tonight, I'll take one in a half hour and a half pill a half hour later, rather than 2 the doc suggested.

Hubby's flight was delayed, so he's still not home.

I slept most of the day.

Was annoyed that the only reason I had to go in today was to sign a form. Couldn't that have been handled tomorrow morning? Oh, no, they don't get an office visit to bill out that way. I could have been sleeping and I wouldn't have had that toxic feeling.

The doctor is a hoot, told me to ham it up this weekend and pretend I'm in pain because I won't be, and told me to milk it for everything it's worth. I laughed at him, told him he was reading my mind, because I'm a mom and a wife and we seldom get time off. He told me to treat it as a spa weekend, which is what I had planned.

I feel today was a complete waste of a day. I just hate this feeling. Even after drinking tons of water to "clean out that toxic feeling" it never left. I'm hoping tomorrow I'll feel better. Or the drugs will knock it out of me.

I did not count points today. I didn't eat well in that I didn't eat enough, didn't get my veggies in. I had Subway for supper (with a few veggies, so I guess I did get some in) and I had two bowls of cereal. I have no desire to eat, feel icky full even though I didn't eat much. I guarantee I didn't make my point target today, and I'm okay with that. Sometimes you have to follow what your body tells you.

I have packed a couple breakfast cookies, my insurance card, my driver's license and a small amount of cash to hand off to the boys. I have yet to make the list of my medications. I find this so annoying because it's not changed, they have the info, yet I have to bring it in again. I might just wing it: xanax, tricor and vitamins. Done, it's in my head.

That's about it. Just waiting, watching out the window waiting for hubby. And worrying a bit, I always worry until his car pulls in the driveway.

After my pre-op appt on Monday, I felt so relieved and less nervous. I guess my body felt otherwise, as I wouldn't have had the bad insomnia last night. Today I've been cranky, but I know I can blame that on sleep. A few naps on and off just don't cut it for me.

So, I'm off. Don't know if I'll log on tomorrow or not. Hope everyone has a great weekend. See ya soon.

COFFEE NOW!!!

Oh my gosh, what a horrible night. It was one of those nights that I couldn't fall asleep. I should have taken a Xanax in hindsight, but I didn't. It was too late when I thought of it and I would have never woken up.

I was up all night. I finally went to the couch, turned on the TV and watched some movies. I watched three movies. Blah, blah, blah. In between, I was doing deep breathing exercises, listening to my sleep hypnosis CD, peaking at the clock in a panic.

I ended up setting the two clocks in my bedroom, a kitchen timer and the timer on the stove as I had to get up. I have a doctor appointment at 10.

I normally make half-caf coffee, but this morning I made 3/4 coffee. lol I am dragging. I'll go the doctor, then come home and sleep. This day stinks and it has only just begun. It's a good thing that I have a self-sufficient teenager instead of a toddler today. He'll take full advantage of my sleep to play his Nintendo or Wii or whatever it's called.

My husband has been out of town all week. He will arrive home later this afternoon. He's been in Alabama, his first time there. He said it's beautiful, hot and humid. Really, really hot and humid. He said I should never complain about our humidity again. lol I haven't complained about it once this summer as it's been uncharacteristically cool.

I am really crabby. I just don't function with little sleep. I had things I wanted to get done today and I don't think they'll be getting done.

I don't understand this insomnia business. I know it's stress related. I worry when hubby is out of town. Last time he traveled, he was hit by a car and the accident totaled both cars. The person who hit him and he walked away uninjured, but when he showed me the pictures, my heart raced. I just hope and pray he returns home safely and that he has an uneventful trip.

Last night these things kept going through my head:

Issues:

pre-diabetes-blood sugar now normal
blood pressure now normal
painful monthlies-will be taken care of tomorrow

still need to work on:
anxiety
insomnia
triglycerides
weight

I'm making a good dent in that list!

Desperate Movie Request

This makes 4 today...good grief, that's a lot.

I need some ideas, please. Tomorrow I'm going to the video store and plan on renting some good chick flicks. Now faced with the opportunity to do so, a weekend in bed with nothing else to do besides sleep, I can't seem to think of any to rent!

The first thing I will watch is one I own: The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio, which is hands down my favorite movie. A mother in the 50s, 10 children, alcoholic husband--a tough life, but she has a spirit that is amazing. This movie, and the book, was my first exposure to a truly positive mentality. The book and movie both inspired me to be a better mother. That's a must.

Driving Miss Daisy. Another favorite of mine which I hope to rent.

So, what's your favorite movie? I would really like to go armed with a list, because I usually wander aimlessly and nothing piques my interest. Doesn't even need to be a chick flick, I just want some good movies.

I also plan to snuggle up with some good books: You on a Diet--again. I need to be recharged. Beck's Diet Book, one of my pre-diabetes books will be on the table, too. Don't laugh, but I love to read these kinds of books.

I may just sleep a lot, I don't know. Some good movies would sure be nice, though. If you lurk, de-lurk and give me your favorite movie, please. =)

Thanks!

And...And...

It just occurred to me how quickly I am able to recognize negative thinking and balance it with positives.

That is completely new to me, and it's getting easier and easier to do. It's becoming natural.

How cool is that.

This little grasshopper is learning!

I'm shifting, and it is a shift toward the better.

And...

More deep thinking this morning.

I've been at this for five months tomorrow. I think that it is time to stop, evaluate, and re-evaluate. I think it is time to update my goals, as they do change.

If we keep on going without analyzing and making tweaks, it's going to get boring quickly. I don't want that. I have made some fantastic changes in the last five months, mentally and physically. Time to give myself a bit more of a push.

If I continue at this rate, I will lose 70 pounds by December. So put in those terms, that's encouraging. I would really like to be out of the 200s by the end of the year, though. Anything is possible.

I will try to get some photos taken. I didn't do photos last month, and I want to see in pictures progress. Hopefully later today or tomorrow.

I'm going to spend the rest of my day being productive with my chores and errands while in deep thought over what I want now.

Onward and upward.

Jo, still clueless but working on it

.9 whine

This morning my sister emailed me. She asked me how WW was going. She then told me she lost a whopping 1/4 pound last night at tops. She told me to lose weight now, because as you get older, it is a lot harder. She is 54, 10 years older than me.

I wrote back and told her that I am already feeling the age.

This past weekend I spent a lot of time going over my journals, reading all the program books I have starting with 1-2-3. I re-worked some of my recipes to check points. I re-calculated my points in my journal. Everything was spot on. This weekend WW told me my average weight loss per week was 1.2 pounds.

Monday, with my whopping .5 loss, my average dropped. I am losing .9 per week.

I'm not giving up, I'm persevering, and if it takes forever and a day, so be it. But damn it all, WHY? Why am I eating at target and not losing a little better? Exercise may or may not be a factor. I run through spurts. It is kind of pain dependent for me.

I look back to when I did WW 7 year ago, and I checked those journals. Yes, I kept them. Aside from the fact I'm better with fruits and veggies today, I ate pretty much the same way. I had fantastic losses then. I did not exercise consistently then at all. I mean once every couple weeks. I don't know the average because I was going to meetings, but I lost 72 pounds in 8 months.

What gives?

I like WW online. I like it a lot. I don't have to go out of my comfort zone and sit by myself at the clicky WW meetings. I do miss the leader, as I really liked her. Again, I also knew her through Cub Scouts--I met some great people in Scouts.

If I were going to meetings, I think I would arrive early and sit and visit with her about this. If the average loss is 1-2 pounds a week, I'm no longer hitting average. And the thing that sucks is that aside from my birthday, I am on plan.

I am now 44. That could be a factor. I have been under an extreme amount of stress, which is lifting, but last year about did me in. I am now taking Tricor for triglycerides, and I wasn't then even though my triglycerides were high then. I am faithful with vitamins now, then I wasn't. I do have all these pain issues that I've tried not to whine about too much in the last couple weeks, but they're still with me. Hopefully that will be taken care of on Friday.

I just can't figure it out. Now my attitude is this is for health. Then it was a diet, I'd lose, and then eat normally. (Which made me gain it all back plus some.) Now I know that this is for life--with the goal of getting my food healthier as I go along.

I am really perplexed. A couple of week I went back to Winning Points. That's the program I did where I lost all my weight. I can't even make up my mind if I want to do WP, use flex points, or do Momentum.

I think I may be making this harder than it has to be. ? I don't know. All I know is that I am a bit frustrated. If I were cheating, it wouldn't bother me, but I'm not.

My husband's only thought is that due to age, I have lost muscle mass. Yet, even though I'm not lifting, I can really feel my muscles building in my arms and legs. They're firming up. I think that's due to Richard Simmons' videos.

I wrote to my sister that no matter how small the losses, I'm sticking with it and so should she. I was sad to learn she's on insulin now. That was motivating to me because I don't want that. Two siblings with diabetes, both parents had it--my biggest goal has been in avoiding it. So far so good.

.9 It's better than maintaining, it's better than gaining, and it is moving in the right direction. That doesn't mean I have to like that average number, because I don't. But thank God it is going in the right direction.

Whine over.

Jo, who is clueless

Amazing Day

I had another amazing day.

The other night I voiced, meditated, prayed on loneliness. I have several very good friends--deeply good friends. I'm very fortunate. Sadly, none live anywhere near. The closest is three hours away. So I miss the face-to-face contact, and talk on the phone a lot.

Last night when we were at Subway, I ran into a gal that I really like. We were in Cub Scouts together, our sons got along really well, and we got together a few times. As it turns out, life got in the way for me and we lost contact. I just felt it was pretty amazing that we met out of the blue. We're planning on getting together to catch up.

Today, I woke up really late. I couldn't sleep last night as I was in deep thought about life in general. Once I got up, started coffee and blogs, the phone rang. Two and a half hours later, I hung up. It was my aunt and uncle calling. We had the most amazing conversation--powerful, funny, uplifting.

After that I spent some time with my poor neglected son (who was having a blast doing some game and playing with the dogs). I started to do my chores when the phone rang again. This time it was a good friend from the east coast. We chatted for a long while, laughed a lot, bitched a bit, and had a great conversation.

Got busy with some housework, cooked supper and the phone rang again. This time it was a good friend in Colorado and we talked for 2 1/2 hours. I had to cut the call short because Nurse Jackie was coming on, and I just love that show! lol This was the most powerful call of all, as we talk through some of our issues together. I learned a lot about myself during this conversation.

Watched Nurse Jackie--I am really glad I have Showtime, because I really enjoy that show! Oops, I said that. Sat down, visited with my son, then it was bedtime for him and here I sit.

When you put things out there through prayer, meditation, asking the universe -- however you choose, you get an answer: either yes or no. Today my answer was yes.

While I got virtually nothing that shows done today, it was a powerful day. Some people out there do love me. I have some fantastic people in my life. So what if we are separated by miles. I just felt so rich. I told my son that sometimes our plans get bumped because other good things need to come in. That's what happened today. I helped take away the loneliness of my aunt and uncle. My uncle sorely misses my dad. I think we reach out to each other to fill that void. I had some good giggles and vents with one friend. I had a fantastic therapy session with another--and she also had a fantastic therapy session with me.

Ding, ding, ding.

The only ones who didn't get their good day was the dogs. We had thunderstorms come in right as we were going to go on our walk. Our dogs hate thunder. I thought we'd attempt it anyway, and just as we were getting the leashes out, it started pouring. So no exercise for any of us today. Will have to make up for that tomorrow. Also have to catch up on blogs tomorrow.

To top off my great day, I had my old-fashioned diet plate for dinner: hamburger patty, cottage cheese and peaches. I had a salad, too. Oh my, it was as yummy as I remember. I thought of both mom and dad as I prepared that, and of meals past in the 70s. I bet they didn't have 95% fat-free ground beef back then! lol

Great Day

We had a great day today. Lots of errands, Subway for supper, and a really good doctor visit.

I love my doctor's scale. It's lower than mine at home! lol My blood pressure was the best ever. I'm a little calmer about the ablation on Friday. She did an excellent job of putting me at ease. She also suggested I take a Xanax the night before (actually she told me to take 2) so I'd sleep. I almost said, "But you didn't write the prescription big enough for me to waste 2 on sleep! lol Which is true. I will probably take one.

We discussed anxiety a bit. She kept redirecting to questions about the procedure, and I kept redirecting to the anxiety. lol She told me that two Christian psychologists come to her office every other week and she would recommend them. Now that would have been nice after Dad's death, but she said she didn't know if they did cognitive behavioral therapy, which is what everything on the Internet and in books says works with anxiety. She also raised her eyebrow when I suggested hypnotherapy.

I think I'll make some inquiries on my own next week. I'm kind of stubborn, I want what I want. When I get my mind set on something, it's difficult to change it. Then again, I also know myself really well and I trust my gut. I also trust my research--and I do keep an open mind when I read up on things. I want someone who specializes in it, because it's just very serious business to me.

Kind of funny, the doctor never acknowledges or asks about my weight. Not once. She doesn't say good job or anything when I mention I've been doing Weight Watchers. She's heavier than I was when I started. They gynecologist I saw? He went all happy-crazy when I told him I had lost 30 pounds a few weeks back. I was going to ask if there was anything I could do about my average .9 per week loss that Weight Watchers tells me I have, but decided against it. It makes me wonder if she, herself, really struggles with her weight, especially with her education--knowing what she knows.

After Subway my son and I ran to Wal-mart. I found a cute pair of shorts on sale for $6. They were a size 18/20. When I held them up, I thought no way. I tried them on at home and they fit perfectly. Cool. I'm used to the 22/24 stuff. I still haven't cleaned out my closet, and I'm still lacking in the britches-that-fit department, so that was a nice, cheap addition.

My son and I got brave tonight and decided to walk all three doggies at the same time without my husband. I was afraid they wouldn't behave. Wow, was I surprised. My son took Apollo, who wants to herd cars when they pass, and I took the other two. We had a beautiful 38-minute walk! They all behaved wonderfully. So I think I've found my solution to the exercise/shower thing for now: Walking in the evenings. I get lost in my thoughts, as does my son, and it just seems to melt the stress away. I was really surprised at how sweaty I got. I did hop in the shower when I got home and put on my jammies. My legs were sore and I did take an Ibuprofen, plus I got a nasty blister because I wore my sandals and not my tennies. I'll wear appropriate footwear tomorrow. Good for me, good for my son, and good for the dogs. Win, win, win.

While I was in deep thought, it occurred to me that I am getting better. Not just with weight, blood work, but in my head. I'm feeling a bit stronger than I did last week. Just a little, but the foundation is starting, it's building. I want it so much, and when I want something, I get stubborn.

Yes, it was a great day.

Monday Morning Weigh-In

247.5

-.5

I earned another 5-pound star today. Total loss: 35 pounds.

Another one of the itty-bitty losses. At first they were infuriating, then the just ticked me off, and now I still find it a bit frustrating, yet it's the right direction. In the big picture, it all adds up. So I'll happily accept it. (And hope next week will bring a much bigger loss! lol)

Menu Planning Week 22

Week 22 Menu

I buy ingredients for all items, but we pick what we want each night.

1) Spaghetti, sauce with veggies blended in & TVP, bread, salad
2) Leftover Spaghetti, etc. (I'm still not used to cooking less and we always have leftovers! This time I'm planning for it.)
3) Chicken, brown rice, salad
4) Burgers, cottage cheese, peaches--just for fun. My parents did this diet in the 70s and I learned to love that combo.
5) Tuna salad subs, tomato soup, salad
6) Mexican night (refried beans, ground beef crumbles, etc.)
7) Sweet and sour chicken, brown rice, vegetable

Lunches: Focusing on salads and fruit more (well, I'm going to try to) and tuna salad this week.
Breakfast: Bran flakes and Fiber One

Snacks: Fruit, air-popped popcorn, breakfast cookie

We made the switch to brown rice. The flavor is fine, but it is so dry! I need help cooking it because we don't want to switch back to white rice.


Surgery Night: ?? Wondering what I'll want to eat. Worried about food that day as I should get out by noon, and we'll have an hour drive home. I may be starved from fasting or I may just be tired. I'm thinking bland stuff, but kind of clueless. Ideas?

Dog Tired

The "big" boys.

Pip. He's at that leggy age.

Pip is half brother to each of the big boys. He shares the same mom as Tesla, the paint, and the same dad as Apollo, the tri.

This is my baby, Pip. He's our third border collie, intended to be mine, all mine. Of course he loves everyone, but he is my boy. He's seven months old now! Where does time go? This little guy came to us in February and it was the pictures taken of us together on arrivial day that awoke me to start this journey. I give him all the credit for my success.

Today I gave the little guy a run for his money. We went to the lake this morning and played and played. We walked knee-deep in the water for 20 minutes. Then we played fetch, with me throwing the dummy. The whole family went, and we each had a dog. He's learning to swim like his big brothers. A nice family sat on the bench directly behind us and watched us. Normally that would bother me, but they had a young son that was just so happy and grinning ear to ear. I kept hearing him say look at that doggie! Look at the other doggie. lol

We got home, changed, dried off and the dogs rested. Then hubby took them out and played fetch in the back yard. They do that a couple times a day--the boys love it. Hubby also took all three for a long morning walk, one at a time.

Tonight I hadn't formally exercised. So I leashed Pip up and off we went. We went to one of the oldest neighborhoods in our town and walked. I enjoyed daydreaming of days gone by while looking at all the old houses. Pip was a little angel and walked perfectly. We walked for 33 minutes. It was a perfect evening.

When we got home, Pip got his water and plopped on the floor. He is dog tired.

I got out of the house three times today: to lake, to Wal-Mart and then for the walk. It's good for me to get out of the house. In fact, I was feeling an anxiety attack coming up before I took the walk, which was the main reason I went. Gone, I walked through it. Yay.

I love my dogs.

Check out Seashore's beautiful border collies.

Driver's Licenses...

Okay, fess up, how many have an accurate weight listed on their driver's license?

I don't!

I had a major NSV and didn't even know it. I pulled my license out of my wallet when we went to the lake today, as I didn't want to take my purse. I've been sitting here looking at it when I had a Homer d'oh moment.

I renewed last year. I wanted to be honest, so I chose 250 as my weight on my license. Ha! I knew I was around 260ish, give a few.

I am now UNDER my weight listed on my driver's license.

How cool is that!