Tuesday, April 11, 2006
On the Eve of
hoping to lose a ball & chain in the form of a cumbersome walking cast and crutches, I ponder on just how I went wrong. My mother, the stick, who fights to keep enough weight on, told me in the beginning when I had my lime green cast with sparkles, that I would lose weight with all my problems. I avoided fruits and veggies, as I was afraid of a tendency toward diarrhea, and I would never make it to the pot on time. I just knew my metabolism was working overtime trying to mend my broken leg and heal my illnesses at the same time. My face has rounded out even more than it was, and my jeans are so tight that that when I get them buttoned, a new roll encircles my middle like a blow-up water floatie. D'ya suppose it was the McDonald's sausage biscuits and hash browns for breakfast, the whole can of Campbell's Chicken & Dumplings soup (so thick you could eat it with a fork, but use a spoon to get every drop) and pickle loaf with pepper jack cheese sandwich at lunch, and the thick crust DiGiorno pizza at dinner, topped off with half a carton of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream just before bedtime? Would that have done it?
I have no self control. I'm wanting to start the Snow Princess by Joan Elliott (love her designs) that San did, and I've already pulled the floss and have been tossing it---think I found the fabric I'll use. Trouble is, I thought of all the things I should have been stitching the last couple of days and couldn't bring myself to put it one stitch in any of 'em. I don't even wanna count how many are awaiting my needle. I'll go back to work on the spring bunny tomorrow.... I guess....sigh.....
Moriah won her game again today, and we came home, ate, and I've already had my 1/2 pint of ice cream. I'm sated, but didn't put in a stitch. Sat right down here at the computer. I missed my computer so much that it's part of the reason I'm getting little else done.
I have no idea who the woman in the mirror is. She has a bag over her head, for heaven's sake!
Morror, mirror, on the wall: why, oh why did I have to fall? I had been working out and losing weight; now a bag on my head has become my fate.