My Brain Weighs More

So, as promised I weighed and measured on Friday. I lost a measly 2.8 lbs in February (and the first week of March.) Sucks, but it is a loss. No real movement in the measurement area, but since it was after TOM, my boob and chest region measurements were down by 1/2 to 1 inch. Go figure. On to a new month.

I think I need to make some goals here. It helps to have something to shoot for. I'm going to Disneyworld with Sunny's sister and husband and the kids at the end of April. I'd like to lose at least 15 more pounds by then. Totally doable, especially if I get cracking on the exercise portion of the equation. I'd love to take some walks outside, but just walking down the driveway is hazardous to one's health. I hope we get a lot of melting this week to get rid of the ice. It's 4 inches thick in spots. And rutted enough to break ankles.

What else? In no particular order:
- call Red Cross re: volunteering
- move wood
- get fitted for orthotic (Appt. Wed.)
- pay bills
- put away Xmas decorations
- continue working on the bathroom. (Ack, it's been weeks since I did anything in there.)
- change and wash the pee blanket on the couch
- wash the spaghetti pot
- do the medical acct forms - get that moolah back!
- wash makeup brushes
- clean the puke spots on the carpet
- change the rug in the laundry room and wash the floor - then take the rug to the laundromat and wash it in the big commerical washer
- get a new taillight for the truck and replace it

That's ambitious enough for this week.

Tonite is our fourth counseling session. I'm not terribly hopeful anymore. He made spaghetti yesterday and I came up behind him to give him a hug and thank him for making dinner and the fucker stiffened up like I was a serial killer about to plunge a knife through his back. So unfair. What did I do? Absolutely nothing.