The totally shame-free, actual-life, real-time blog where I tell all, show all--without nagging or whining (all right--maybe a little whining...)--in my attempt to stop being a fat middle-aged woman who avoids mirrors and clothing stores and start being a woman at home in her body...brought to you by a real woman, the Independent Weltha Herself. I won't give any advice, and I'm not asking for any--just companionship on my journey.

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For every woman who has ever tried to just lose the extra weight and feel good...overall and about herself...and who lived to tell the story.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Day the 197th

O Reader, what a weekend!

My friend Pearl went to the hospital on Friday (and thankfully, came home later that day) - and it was NOT an easy day for her. So, I went to see her before I had coffee with Keith the English Prof. A very good time with Pearl, but if you're the prayin' sort, please pray for her recovery. She had a bad fall and then thanks to a heating pad, got some bad burns on her back. She's doing better, but all prayers gratefully acknowledged. And appreciated.

Had a great time with Keith the E P, but boy! Take two tired people and put them together over coffee and it was a yawn-fest at times. Not from boredom! He's interesting and I got to hear about his classes this semester - very promising they seem. This is good.

Saturday, Herself here slowed to a halt and did close to nothing. And ate...not much. FINALLY, I got myself in gear and made some stuff for Pearl (the lentil-beet-onion salad and a little salad of tomatoes and cukes with a simple balsamic vinaigrette. This is the easiest salad on earth, and it's so good) and finally got over to see her that evening.

Reader, I have been eating WAY too much mac-and-cheese. I mean, it's homemade and all, but I know it's waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much cheese in my system. Part of it is that it's a make-and-forget dish - you put it together, you slap it in the oven and 45 minutes later, you take it out, you let it cool, and you devour.

Part of it is the comfort food factor. I felt really lonely at my lovely new church yesterday - no one's 'fault' - the people are friendly and sweet, but it's a change. And that can be very hard. I boo-hooed a little on Sunday but part of that was that I had the Headache from The Bad Place and after church, my blood sugar was looooooooooooooooooooow and I really felt...shaky and emotional.

BUT, girlfriend here went to Old School Bagels, saw Scott the Bagelman, and had a lovely sandwich, some tea, and YES, a big ol' chocolate chip cookie that was so good I almost proposed. Really. Almost proposed.

And went home. And got in bed. And watched a movie. And slept some.

And by the evening, cleaned up just a little in the kitchen. Actually, I washed a big ol' bunch of dishes. And made...mac 'n' cheese but this time with some lovely poached chicken that had been poached in balsamic vinegar and olive oil. Very very good. And added some of it to the mac 'n' cheese. And am having some for lunch today. And the headache is GONE!

NO, I have not weighed myself. I am not excited about what it will say. Nonetheless, I am getting past my wah-wah-wah, and am doing much better.

And am having dinner at Hideaway Pizza (my favorite pizza place in the WHOLE WORLD because it's local and it's yummy) with a friend this evening. I'm really looking forward to it.

And got up this morning with a Happy Feeling. And came to work and found an invite from ANOTHER friend to get together for coffee this week or next.

And it's Springtime in my heart just for those reasons. Or, as Albert Camus said, "In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer."

Onwards and upwards and remember - a week from this Friday, I SHOULD have my laptop! And then it's Post-A-Rama for this blog!

Big love to you all.