I don't have any more news about Mom. She's resting. She may be moved tomorrow, which squashes my idea of driving up there and visiting. Maybe Sunday.
No word from Casino Man, no invite to get together this weekend. No email since Tuesday when I expressed my stress about my Mom's health. Hmm, maybe he can't handle the emotions? Better I know that now, because being one hell of an emotional chick isn't going to change. Maybe he doesn't care that my mom is in the hospital? In which case, don't even bother, right?
I am struggling today.
A co-worker made my team a homemade icebox chocolate wafer cake to thank us for a particularly lousy bit of work we have to do for him.
My piece tasted like heaven. I didn't even hesitate to slice it and eat it. So I'm not going to dwell on regretting it either.
And now that I've avoided all the trick or treaters (there is no candy in this house!), I am going to the gym to watch Lipstick Jungle.
And if I see one more KFC TV commercial, I will scream.
I took a photo of my reward jar, I am hoping it will inspire me, remind me, and keep me honest.
$1 for every trip to the gym.
$1 for every pound lost.
So far, there is $5.00 toward my fabulous February 15, 2009 flowers.
It is all about the Washingtons!
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."