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From my comments:
Last year you dropped the weight; this year why not eat a healthy diet so you can feel totally amazing too? How? RAW FOOD! Fresh fruit and veggies; the more raw the better.
Silly girl, I don’t know what gave you the impression that I’m already feeling anything less than amazing already – if I felt any better, it’d be illegal. I do eat raw foods, but for me, it’s not a matter of “the more the better” unless I want to spend the entire day in distress. Raw foods don’t go through me the way they did over the summer, but if I eat much more than an apple with breakfast and a salad with lunch, it’s not a pretty sight (I eat more vegetables than a salad with lunch, I must hasten to add; they just need to be cooked). Also, being a gastric bypass patient, my nutritionist and surgeon require me to eat at least 80 grams of protein per day (though I shoot for 100 grams per day, with their approval), and if I fill up on raw foods I might lose weight faster, but I’d probably feel like crap and start losing my hair again, and nobody wants that, believe me.
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Speaking of my hair, it’s been looking particularly good lately, in my opinion. My sister told me to try some of that Clairol Conditioning mousse (it pouffs AND conditions!), and recommended Sunsilk Defrizz as well, so I bought some of each since she has such purty hair and always knows the good stuff*, and my hair has never looked better. I prefer my hair with a little bit of height to it, and since it’s mostly grown back in after the scary baldness after surgery (which a lot of people have to deal with), it’s been a bit flat. But with the mousse-defrizz one-two combo, there’s a little height to my ‘do and I’m happy with how it looks.
*I swear to god, the woman should get herself a job – or start a company! – as a personal shopper. If you called her up and said “Deb, I’m looking for a purple shirt with gold and silver sparklies on it, that spell out “I’ve got your high-five right HERE, bitch!”, and oh yeah, I need it to have fringies hanging off the arms, preferably with three-quarter sleeves (but I’m flexible), in the hard-to-find size 13 3/4, got any ideas where I could find something like that?”, she’d think for a minute or two and say “Oh, I saw that in Macy’s, misplaced in the men’s section behind some solid-color pocket tees**, next to the gray size large section. You want me to pick up a couple?”
**I don’t know if Macy’s would carry solid-color pocket tees in the men’s section. It’s just a guess. Don’t hurt me if I’m way off base. I don’t shop in Macy’s and I don’t know nothin’ ’bout no men’s section. Wait. Does Macy’s still exist, or did they get bought out? I can’t remember.
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This entry would be longer, but I have to scoot out to the Smallville house to meet the chimney guy, who’s supposed to clean the chimneys, check the flue, put caps over both the chimneys, and take the wood stove with him (we’re getting a bigger wood stove). Fred let the electricians in this morning to do their thing (I’m sure one of us will mention that more in depth in a later entry), so I’m going to settle in a corner of one of the rooms and try to stay out of everyone’s way.
On a side note, I will sure as hell be glad when we get the inside of the house done. Every freakin’ day we work out there, I end up with a huge gash on my hand, or bruises or scrapes and it FUCKING HURTS. Yesterday I was prying quarter-round off the stairs (I’m going to clean where paint got on the stairs, then we’re replacing the quarter-round with freshly painted quarter-round so it’ll look better) and I ended up with a painful gash on the back of one of my fingers, and a big-ass bruise on the side of my hand.
But once we’re finished with the inside, it’ll be time to start doing things outside, and I’m sure THAT will lead to plenty of bruising and cuts and scrapes, too. ::sigh::
Still love the hell out of that house, though!
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Sugar McBooger is the happiest, most content cat ever put on the face of the earth.
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: Note to self
2002: (“Damn, Robyn sure is impressed with herself, isn’t she?”)
2001: Robyn’s Resolutions for 2001.
2000: Exciting, no?]]>