D.I.E.T. news-An Update

I've just passed the 35 pound mark! Yeehaw!

I'm still using the prescribed supplements and the special drops, but I've tweaked the eating plan a little. The Weight Watchers way always works for me--so I'm transitioning over to that. I need more variety, bottom-line, (accidental pun, but I'll leave it in), so I'm making the switch by using Lean Cousine and WW's Smart Ones for lunch. In a few weeks, though, I'll have eliminated most of the frozen meals for Real Food. There are about a million good recipes out there, and I miss cooking. (Remember my Julia Child phase? :))

I'm also making computer transitions--from tomorrow on, I'll have one computer that is completely dedicated to writing--it won't even be connected to the net--this one for blogging, email, etc., and an old standby for my art projects. Why I didn't do this years ago is beyond me, but there you go. For a smart woman, I can be a slow study sometimes.

I'll be writing today, of course. This book has been a real challenge, with the broken wrist and all, but I'm nearly finished. I'm excited to plan the second book in this trilogy and start a whole new project.

That's the news from my kitchen table.

My Weekend

Was very quiet. Thank God.

My wrist is still sore, and I tire easily, but I'm happy to say that I'm better every day.

On Saturday, I was zonked. I made a quick dash to the grocery store--what beautiful, colorful, bountiful places supermarkets are!--and wrote for a few hours before giving up and vegging. :) Yesterday, I put in a long stint at the computer.

The weather is overcast today, and that's fine with me. I'm ready for a break from the heat, and so are my horses--not to mention their wrangler, Larry. Tomorrow, we're getting rain--and I'm happy to hear it.

A song has been running through my head for a few days now--Tom T. Hall's "Old Dogs and Children, and Watermelon Wine". I've never had watermelon wine, but I'm super fond of old dogs and children.

And that's the news from my kitchen table.

Alive and Well In Spokane

Mostly well, anyway. I still have some pain in my wrist, and the incisions are driving me crazy, which probably means they're healing, but I can work in short stints, resting in between. I'm so close to finishing my revisions--good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise, I'll be done today.

Things are pretty normal around the old homestead--Bernice, the Yorkie, got a haircut yesterday, courtesy of Mary Ann, the trail boss. There was enough hair in that pile to make a whole separate dog, I swear.

Sadie-beagle has figured out that that hunk of Swiss cheese she's been getting has her pills hidden inside it, and now she's turning up her nose at it. The horses and cats are in good shape, and the Canadian wrangler is back from vacation, so things are running a lot more smoothly out there in the barn and the pasture. :)

That's the news from my kitchen table for this fine, sunny morning.

Keeping it Short

Gotta write! I'm whizzing along on the revisions now, and I don't want to break my momentum, so I'll make this blog entry short.

It's sunny here in Spokane, but cooler.

My wrist is healing nicely, and I can use the keyboard as long as I take about a 15 minute rest after every hour of working.

Mom is making an amazing recovery from her hip replacement. What a spirit she has!

And all the critters are thriving.

So much to be grateful for!

Let's Try This Again

For the past two weeks, I've been overestimating my abilities. :) Here it is again--Monday. A new week, another chance, a fresh start.

My wrist is much better. Not as flexible as I'd like, but there you go.

I have an interview today, which means I have to wear make up and clothes that haven't been splotched with paint or glue. :) And I plan to work.

I rested over the weekend and visited my mom, who is recovering nicely from her recent hip replacement. Again, thanks so much for your prayers and good wishes on both our acccounts.

I'm listening to a book I read years ago--"The Diary of a Young Girl", by Anne Frank. If ever there was a testament to the power of the human spirit, this is it. A long time ago, I visited Amsterdam, and a highlight of the trip was a visit to the annex, where the Franks hid, with others, until they were finally discovered and arrested. I will never forget the movie-star pictures tacked to the wall of the tiny room Anne had to share--with a man in his fifties, no less--and I would like to go back and see the place again.

The tomatoes are a complete loss, but the zukes are still coming. Next year, I will put my tomato plants in the ground by the back fence instead of in containers. I'm not giving up on raising them, though. They are delicious!

The d.i.e.t continues to go well. I'm down 32 pounds.

And that's the news from my upstairs alcove.