|"I wanna a Zooble that has babies and..."|
I've been up since 5:45am.
I worked on the weight loss memoir,
went to a doctor appointment,
went grocery shopping,
ate lunch (which consisted of a microwaved egg on a slice of cheese on a slice of bread. And shut up. It was good enough.)
worked on an article,
called some people for quotes,
picked up kid from school early,
took both kids to dentist,
recaffeinated for the third time,
made cornbread (which I did not eat. It was for the party later.)
made cookies in a mason jar for family Christmas presents,
|"I wanna Batman car with a remote."|
went to a Christmas party (and did not eat from the catered crepe dessert bar. yay me!)
helped prevent my 3yo from climbing out a church window. (And by "helped" I mean "listened to Rick's account of wrangling in the kid")
waited in line for Santa (had to tell him I needed a live-in masseuse or rather a robot masseuse, because then I won't have to feed it),
read to kids (Snowmen at Christmas and The Hat),
picked up a bag of 3 frozen hens from the front porch (someone is secretly giving us the twelve days of Christmas. We don't know who it is, but they are AWESOME. Today we got "3 French hens" or rather 3 Tyson hens. =) Anyway we are grateful and can really use it),
tried to pacify my dog as he barked at a dark empty hallway,
and now I'm about to die of exhaustion.
But thing is...today was a pretty amazing day for my weight loss journey, because...
I saw the doctor who originally diagnosed me with insulin resistance almost 5 years ago.
|Vin and I with Dr. Jacobs. Without him, my miracle baby would have never been born. Thank you, doc.|
Thanks, doc. =)
|And a cute family photo after Lane's Christmas play. It seems my kids forgot how to smile.|
(More on my medical stats when the test results come in. I'm going to do another glucose test to compare my numbers with my numbers from 5 years ago.)