Well, Monday was eventful.  I was here in my office working when I heard a loud CRASH.  Britt's bedroom is across the hallway from my office.  I run in there and her hamper is smashed.  I guess she was on her cordless phone, dancing or fooling around and crashed into her hamper.  She was in tears and holding her right wrist.  Of course, this is the wrist she broke in July 2005.  So, being the Drama Queen he is, Mark calls for the ambulance.  I ride with her over to Wilmington to A.I. duPont Hospital for Children.  It's the only hospital I'll take her to.  After a little waiting and some x-rays, it seems she's injured her growth plate....just an inch from her original break.  I could bean her!  She's got her arm bandaged in a splint and hanging in a sling.  She's miserable.  I've been in a horribly deep, dark depression lately so she's down in Washington, DC with my mom and aunt today.  They're going to the Holocaust Museum.  I didn't think that would be a good place for me to be already being in my "dark place".

My eating has either been non-existent or picky, picky.  Honestly, I don't want to eat.  I want to disappear.  I'm still bouncing between 139 and 141.  I got tix for the OH Event in Philly.  Mark wants to go with me but Britt wants to go.  Not sure it's the place for her but maybe it's good for her to hear about adult obesity and how people wish they'd taken care of themselves when they were kids.  She's young enough (11 1/2) to be saved from the torture I endured as a kid.  So, maybe it would be good for her to go with me.  I still have a few weeks to decide.

So, if you don't see me on here much, I'm in my deep, dark hole trying to hide from it all.  I come out long enough for Britt then I slide back in.  Depression sucks.

I can't believe I haven't posted in a month!  Yikes!  My 15 month surgiversary is tomorrow.  I'm still popping between 138 and 141 pounds.  I'm hoping to get down to 135.  But, let's face it.  I'm 43 years old, been heavy since birth, and I'm 5'8" tall.  Maybe 135 just isn't in the cards. lol

Things have been business as usual here.  We start back at school on Wednesday, September 3.  My baby will be in Middle School.  Middle School.  Who came up with that dopey name.  It's Junior High for goodness sake.  So, I'm going through that depression anyway.  I'm one of those moms who LOVES having her child around.  I hate school time.  But, it is good that we have that break during the day.  Any break seems good I guess.  I still work for Mark full time and unpaid.  It sucks and he knows I'm pissed about it.

Susie and I are starting to really work on our biz.  I was so excited when I got "small".  I still don't see myself as "small" but I guess I am.  So, I ordered some stuff last night and need to start doing some learning.  I've been excited about our biz for a long time.  But, then the depression sets in very heavy and then I could care less.  Hopefully it'll pass once and for all.

I just purchased two tickets for the OH event in Philly in October.  I'm not sure who is going with me but I don't want to go by myself.  So, we'll see who the lucky tag along will be. LOL  All in all I'm really excited about going!  I just have to make a cute button to wear. :)

So, not much going on with me!  I'm still in size 4.  Britt picked me out an adorable skirt, size small, to go with my new suede boots.  Oh, the BOOTS!  I've NEVER in my life been able to zip boots over my chubby calves.  Baby, these boots zip so easy and with room to spare!  I'll take a pic of them later.  Anyway, back to the size small skirt.  I put it on and, SHIT, it was HUGE!!!  So, I'm going to sew a cute jumper to go with my boots.  Thank goodness I can sew or I'd be screwed.  Where do the small people shop???