It’s Monday morning. Fred spent all day yesterday working on the “man cave”. It has become a beautiful room. I’m very proud of him for working so hard to make it so. I’m tired for him. It’s like I did the work, but I sat on the couch mostly watching him. I’m in a great deal of pain. I don’t know why. When I get up and move about, the pain gets worse. I know I have fibromyalgia, but this is wearing me out. I keep chalking it up to winter. Maybe when spring comes my energy will return. I…

Another week, another few pounds added on. My face is puffy. My knee is hurting worse than it did before the surgery. I hope I haven’t injured myself again. I refuse to have any further surgery. I will suffer as long as I am able. Tomorrow is Valentines Day. My husband has been painting the “man-cave” and it’s getting prettier by the minute. I am so happy in my life. I love Fred bunches. But, I’m back in the mode of “I don’t deserve to be happy or loved by him because I’m too big.” It’s stupid to think like…

I really do like winter. We have about 4-6 inches of beautiful white on the ground. It is pretty. I’m grateful I don’t have to drive to work in it this morning. I’m working remotely from home. That is a wonderful gift of technology. One for which I am most grateful. Fred has gone out to GLE to shovel sidewalks. I’m sure he will be home in plenty of time to watch the Super Bowl from the comfort of his “forming” Man-Cave. The mess that was once in the basement is now officially obliterating the pretty office we made out…