An almost 'normal' Saturday! How about that?

Saturday, June 7, 2014

This is written starting on June 10, 2014.  Getting closer to being caught up...


Josh texted me this morning, saying that they were going to bring biscuits & gravy for supper tonight.  Biscuits and gravy!  Yum!  I love breakfast for supper!
Ron and Corgan were gone, and I was in the middle of my weigh-in, but I paused and texted Ron to go buy some bacon and some sausage links (nothing like more protein, right?) to add to supper.  Then I finished my weigh-in, and I was kinda shocked with my number today.

According to the Wii, I am within a pound of being BELOW 200!!  BELOW!!  Do you know how many years and years and years it has been since I've been below 200?  Quite a few, I can guarantee.  Guess maybe now I can quit saying I still have my baby fat...and, yes, I know that my baby will be 35 this year.
So, anyway, I just quietly bask in the knowledge of being so close to 200, and start wondering how soon I will start gaining some of this weight back.  My brain works funny, I know.  I just can't believe that I am so close to this SUPER DUPER goal already - I thought it would be months and months before I was here!  At least the end of September, my birthday, and here I am now.  I still wouldn't recommend this severe diet plan to anyone else on this earth, though.  Never, never, never.

I stay in bed all day, so that when the family gets here, I can get up and stay up with them.  Ron started cooking the bacon at 6, so it would be done and out of the way when they got here.  They are supposed to get here between 6 and 7 - Chelle had to work today - and I got up at quarter after 7, asking Ron and Corgan if they had heard from them yet.  They said 'no' but then they pulled in while I was in the bathroom, which was a good thing, because I was going to start bugging them when I got out!  So our evening got started, with me in the recliner and them taking over the kitchen.   My house sure smelled good!
Chelle cooked the biscuits and gravy, and then we all got plates and ate wherever we wished.  Some were in the kitchen, at the table, and some were in the living room, watching TV.  We were watching Family Feud and we had a lot of fun.
At 9, even though Corgan was urging us to go out earlier, we all went out to sit around a fire in the firepit.  It was a nice evening - not too hot - and I went out with them to lay on my porch swing out there.  Even though I had urged Corgan to break up the branches out there in piles, it hadn't been done (what 9 year old boy is gonna mind his grandmother?) because him and grandpa had better things to do all day, don't you know?  So Ron was sitting there, breaking up the branches and throwing them into the fire, and Corgan was leaping around, running around, dancing around, and just generally jumping around as he usually does, breaking branches occasionally and throwing them in the fire, 'smoking' the dry roasted peanuts at the end of his torch, and just being a little boy, but the night was not as quiet as it is when it's just the three of us becaue Corgan's mother was there - and you know how mothers are, especially when their children are jumping, running, and poking around fire.  Yep, she kept telling him to be careful, to not do that, to don't fall in the fire, and all those things.  We all had a great time, just sitting - okay, me laying over there - around the fire, talking about this and that, just enjoying each other's company like we hadn't been able to do for many weeks.  It was super!  One of the things we talked about was the possibility of having a 4th of July something, if this steroid shot thing works out okay for me.  I am hoping so - I am starting to feel very 'left out' of things!

After a couple of hours, we put the lid on the firepit, they all left, and I went back to bed.
It was a GREAT evening, and I'm glad I was up to it - with NO pain pills!