...the busiest week of the year for us, and that includes Christmas week, fella. My back is suffering from fear and denial. It's the last week of school juxtaposed with the dreaded Recital Week. A full week of rehearsals and recitals; the dance recitals take up an entire weekend. We're there all day Saturday and all day Sunday. That's the end of the week. The time leading up to it includes the rehearsals and the violin recital (ow, my back).
I'm accompanying Anna's recital piece. Because my back has made sitting prohibitive for me for the last, oh, nearly 10 years (a moment of silence for our fallen), I've lost most of my piano skills. So learning one piece per year is both painful and frustrating. My family got me a keyboard for Christmas, so I can practice standing up at the counter (I of course have to sit at an actual piano at the recital venue). But standing up in one place hurts as well. But I do it because she's my child.
My weight isn't quite back down, which is both lame and sad. It's close. It's 1.4# above the low low, but I'm thinking that was a chimera. It's almost back to the cool, maintained low. I'm sure it will be there or very close tomorrow with another day of monastic discipline and water consumption. I'm still 3# below my LIW. This week will undoubtedly contain scarb. I guess the key is balance and keeping myself from freaking out when the scale does its evil dance.
My summer is essentially over in five and a half weeks. We have to do everything we're going to do as a family (camping, VBS, doing a few other fun things) before we leave for Kentucky (Sea Monster) and Arizona (surgery). I'm still grieving it, to be honest. August will suck. There's much I will miss, as as summers are beautiful but short here in the Great Pacific Northwest, it'll be a lonely month on the couch and at the physical therapists as my local friends enjoy the weather. Eye on the prize, Sandra. If it works, the payoff will be worth all this. But today, and in August, it's not.
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