(I was getting a little worried that I had lost my fiercely independent side and had become incapable of supervising myself, but I managed to get myself to and fro quite nicely thankyouverymuch.)
Lots of appointments today while Rich naps a bit, and then one more Chair Time session until the weekend! I would love to tell you that they are getting easier and easier, but as soon as I do that I crash again...so let's just say I am hanging in there as best I can.
I have, however, found several pounds that I had lost, so it's back to the grindstone in that regard. I suspect that it is due to my appetite roaring back with a vengeance, but the truth is that Pop Tarts are probably not the best snack choice for a fifty-one year old portly spinster. I'll make a few tweeks here and there with the help of my dietician and get my fanny around the block every now and then and all will be well.
So that's it for a Thursday in Hoosierville, Dearies! I hope you are swell and that your needles are flying. If they are...come tell me all about it! If they aren't...come tell me all about that too!