Here’s a weird thing: A bag containing chocolate + jelly beans + pumpkin seeds + pistachios was waiting on my desk (at work – in my office) one day. No note. Nobody has any idea where it came from. Nobody else received such a gift.

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I’ve asked just about everyone and no one has claimed it or even acknowledged that they meant it for someone else and accidentally put it in the wrong office. Thing is – I’ve been there 3 months. I doubt it was an accident – but I’m not sure how else to explain it. Clients don’t have the freedom to roam + none of mine would be there – with the ability to make it to my office – without me.

Very strange. I left it with the office manager. No way I’m eating random candy that nobody will claim knowing anything about.
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I’ve discovered that it’s pretty nice having a 3rd person around who eats just about anything. Jon and I have always shared our meals + now Cody shares with us, too.

His (23rd!) birthday is coming up soon, but our schedules aren’t compatible – so we’ve been celebrating this weekend.

We ordered a bunch of stuff to share last night.

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And did the same at lunch today since my dad & step-mother arrived for the weekend for more celebrating (eating).

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We had fun.

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I’m glad he’s here.

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The 6th month anniversary of Jon’s cancer diagnosis is April 4.

That seems unbelievable to me.

On one hand, I’m glad he went from diagnosis to surgery within a week – and has long been done with recovery. On the other hand, everything happened so quickly and intensely that we had almost no time to process everything as it was happening. I feel like we’re still coming down from the stress + adjusting.

He has his second 3 month blood test/lung scan in mid-April.

I might have to stop writing the appointments on my calendar so that I’m not reminded every day of the month. SO glad he’s so closely monitored, but the constant reminder is torture.

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So here’s another weird thing: I can’t read (some) weight loss blogs/articles/whatever anymore.

I weigh myself once in a while (always 165 – 167 lately) and generally care very much about what goes into my mouth + how frequently I exercise.

The tedious dwelling, though? About calories and weight and what to eat and when to eat it and whether a gain is water or muscle? Eh. Just not feeling it anymore.

I’ve definitely moved into a new phase of this stuff. Or the whole Intuitive Eating thing has truly changed my mindset. Idk. All I know is it just seems so … something (sad ?) … to me now.

I’VE BEEN THERE. Good god have I been there. I SO understand it. I still have the perfection issues + tendency to believe I’m not working hard enough/doing enough/etc. BUT. I’m just really, solidly, completely over most everything else – and glad I made it here.

I’m having no problem whatsoever maintaining my 165ish weight. Not losing easily – something I still want to do – but I’m ok with it taking some time.
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We’re still doing the walking program. I really enjoy it and will be sad when it ends.

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Jon and I walk a lot – but I hope we keep up this group/social thing, too – somehow.

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Still going to Pilates and still working out with the trainer. Not much has changed lately.

I’m thinking about maybe doing the C25K thing again (for the 8th or 9th time?) since I’m feeling like it might be a little easier now that I’m almost 20 pounds lighter (!) than the last time I tried + I’m feeling like I need a challenge. Something to work on/toward.

We’ll see.
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We went to ATL last weekend.

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Jon’s mom always feeds us well.

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(grilled chicken + steamed asparagus + mashed rutabaga + grilled eggplant + sauteed spinach/mushrooms)

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The point of this story?

Somebody is SO OLD he had to borrow reading glasses to read fine print.

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Henry is seriously struggling this year re: allergies and has been yanking his hair out again + creating sores. It’s sad, but it’s also kinda cute.

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