Today when I arrived home from work my house was filled with boxes. Yes, I’ve done lots of shopping on the internet for Christmas. Well, let me tell you, the medications must have gone to my head, because there are 4 cases of way too many somethings that I ordered filling the dining room. Hundreds too many. Now, when I called Oriental Trading Co. to return the items (which I will name after Christmas) the customer service representative couldn’t stop laughing. It was funny, really, but she giggled and giggled and giggled. God bless her. I will have to pay for the return shipping. Such an adventure. My recommendation, don’t shop on the Internet until you are sure your brain is back from anesthesia and pain killers. For heavens sake.

Another adventure I’ve undertaken in treading back into the realms of artwork. I know graphic programs just enough to get myself into trouble. I designed a t-shirt for Fred’s robotic’s team at Grant’s Lick Elementary School. I’ve taken classes in Photoshop and Illustrator. I apparently didn’t learn enough! Thank goodness for my brother Steve who has saved me once again through his artistic knowhow and computers at his work. I knew there was a reason I didn’t stick with graphics design. I love the creating, but getting it from the head onto a shirt isn’t easy and I simply don’t know enough.

Now about the weight, I am one pound away from 40 pounds lost. Wahoo!

The doctor was quite pleased with my progress. I was worried. I did receivea fill, so now I will be able to eat less – more easily. My sister-in-law, Chandra, kind of burst my bubble with a comment when she said, “Only 40? Seems like it should be more.” Well, excuse me, it’s been 2 months since the lap band was placed and I’ve lost almost 40 frickin pounds! I have lugged around a hell of a lot of weight for the last 30 or more years, I think I’ll be happy with 39, thank you very much. Of couse, I wish it was 60, but isn’t that part of my problem? Don’t I always want things to come easily? This is work, for sure. One day at a time, one pound at a time is the best I can do…and that’s a good thing.

I also started physical therapy, which was interesting to say the least. Electricity and ice flowing around and into my knee. I’m sure its going to help me in the long run, but ouchy! All my muscles are hurting.

I just have to keep reminding myself on all these fronts – it’s all about one day at a time, one knee at a time, one pound at a time, one brain at a time, one order at a time.

Ho Ho Ho