Still here...

Yes, I must have gotten lost in xray....

Yesterday, on my day off, I spent many delightful hours with Buddy and Bella, the horses. It was the Bella beauty shop, with lots of girl-type mane and tail coiffing and general goofiness. Buddy tolerated the mane combing, but was mildly annoyed with the tail stuff and kept sidling away. They're both good horses. They sure make lots of good manure, though. But nothing smells sweeter than pine shavings that you lay on the stall after it is good and clean. Abby likes to go with me to see the horses.

I got on the scale for the first time since April. 157. I haven't been as diligent with my exercise (or my diet) for two months, but was gratified to see only 3 pounds or so damage. Time to rein it in again. So, thus far today, I have had two bananas. Heck, it's only 5:30 AM for me, so that's pretty good. But, I was dismayed to awaken to NO COFFEE IN THE HOUSE. Uh, oh. Better get to the hospital early for a cuppa.

I just read the sweetest, saddest book in the world. If you are up to it, you should read Cormac McCarthy's The Road. Haunting, devastating, utterly beautiful. Maybe a little too much.

Well, it's off to the races.

Life in the call room

Tonight is a little quieter than last night...time to do some knitting, watch some Olympic trials gymnastics, type up my blog...
I didn't do very well yesterday...if I don't keep a food diary, I pretend that it doesn't count. One thing there is no shortage of in hospitals at night is COMFORT FOOD...rice krispy treats, danishes, and all sorts of bad stuff. Now, I am back on track. I get everything that I'm going to eat for the night and dole it out little by little.
Off to read an xray.

Me, too!

I just discovered that I am the last of the siblings to become a blogger. No fair!
So, now I am embarking onto public accountability. Pretty cool!

Since last Badwater, my weight has dropped from 192 (AARRGGGHHHH!!!) to a much more svelte 154. How did this get done? Simple rules have changed my life.

Rule number one. Do not EVER, EVER, EVER eat fast food.

Rule number two. See rule number one.

Rule number three. Be consistent with exercise. It doesn't do much to walk for three hours one day and nothing for two weeks. P90X has helped me with that.

Rule number four. Keep a food diary. When I do that, I rarely go above 1800 calories a day.

Rule number five. Dessert is not evil.

It's just that simple.

"The most important pound is the next one." So, I am working on getting to 153. I don't really care how long it takes me to get there, as long as I get there and not back up into obesity.

So, this morning, I ate smart start with soy milk and an apricot. I'll do P90X legs and back, and ab ripper X. Then, I will go to sleep and get ready for a fabulous Friday night in the ER.