WHATS HAPPENING WEDNESDAY.

Hello Missouri, Good to hear from so many of you folks.  I love knowing what you are doing.   I will not be there at Circle of Friends Monday night at the Library Center.  I will miss you all so much but I'll be in Kansas City with DH and his volunteer group friends for a regional meeting and will be having fun there too. My wonderful boss is getting ready to take some well-deserved vacation and we are trying to get everything done up so we can both be gone next week.  It's been hectic. We have a wonderful new fitness/wellness program here at MSU and I have been able to go to the gym and walk twice - walked Friday here, Saturday and Sunday at St. John's and Monday here.  I was going to walk here again today but there was an open house for the center so it was loaded with people so I skipped.  Will walk Friday again and maybe even tomorrow. I haven't gotten to the blood drive yet - plan to do that tomorrow too.  Just too much going on right now.  I try to support whatever is going on on campus but it gets difficult. I have to tell you all that I slimed/foamed last night.  I had a little supper - wasn't too hungry and then about 7:30 I wanted something so I got a little bowl of Pretzel Crisps and I guess I ate them too fast or just that they were a poor choice (which I knew) but did I pay???  I hung my head over the throne for about 1/2 hour -  hurled some and slimed big time but didn't truly dump with the weakness, shakiness or other symptoms Claudette has told us about.   When it was over - it was over.  I think it was just too dry and kinda stuck - that's what it felt like.  I was so mad at myself that I took the rest of the bag of Pretzels, ran water in it to ruin them, and threw them in the trash.  John said, "You really are mad at them aren't you?"   I said that I was really mad at myself but didn't want to risk ever eating them again!!!  No way, Charlie!!! I think those wake-up calls are actually good for us sometimes - reminds us that we are not at all "normal" in our heads or our bodies.  I get along pretty well most of the time, being careful of course but then I get ****y and my pouch reminds me that I have abused it. I am five pounds from my Doctor's goal for me and actually 25 pounds below what I told him I'd be happy with and I am so glad I started this journey 16 months ago.  I never would have believed that I would feel so much healthier and happier - didn't think I was unhappy really.  But now I feel like a million bucks and want to do anything I can to help anyone else in their journey to a new life.  Just wish, like Jan has mentioned, that I'd done this years ago. Hugs and love to all of you.  Remember that I pray for you daily and love you to pieces. Lana