It’s too early for this
2 hour snow delay. Seriously? It’s already melted and about gone.
I have lots of work to catch up on today. Blah.
The house is a nightmare. Hubs is sick, so that means he holes up in the bedroom and pretends he lives alone. Must be nice.
Everyone in this house is now sick, except for me. Heaven forbid I become sick, or things will really fall apart. Hubs only helps if I am nearing my deathbed.
Our marriage counselor missed out appointment last week. Again. Sometimes he forgets, this time was a family emergency. I have zero desire to call him back to reschedule. Is that terrible? Maybe. I don’t really care right now.
I have 2 more appointments before I schedule my surgery. I met with the bariatric counselor and he said my apprehension at the surgery being successful is normal. A lifetime of yoyo dieting, it’s ok to be worried the weight will come back. But he believes I have a million reasons to be successful.
I thought I would be struggling more with giving up certain foods. I still eat, but most things once I take a bite, my mind goes “Last time I’ll be eating this for a looooooong time - if ever!” I actually have enjoyed that thought. I’ve felt so physically miserable lately, and looking in my closet knowing that within a couple months I will be able to fit in most of those clothes is a relief. Knowing in a couple months I won’t be out of breath and heart pounding after climbing up and down the stairs is thrilling.
March 15 (scheduling day) can’t get here fast enough!
