...is not as fun as the day having carbs. At least I'm smart enough to avoid the scale because without fail, it'll jump up a minimum of two pounds. Even if it's bogus, it still rattles my cage. So, back to the grindstone, but missing carbs.
Feeling a little sorry for myself today. Ok, if you're turned off, feel free to click the red x in the upper right hand corner of your screen....now.
Here's the deal. I was just running through my mind the nine zillion things I need (and want) to accomplish before my next surgeries. Two months is NOT long. All this extra stuff on top of the regular stuff which is difficult for me physically. Time for fun? I wish.
And there's the big fact I've had huge surgeries every late summer like so: 2007, 2008, 2010, and now 2011 (and before that it was 2001, 2002, 2003--twice). And I broke up the surgical fun in the summer of 2009 with my mom dying. I just want a nice, fun, happy summer. Too much to ask?
Alright, I guess I'm done. I learned a long time ago self pity don't get the dishes done. Better get to it.
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