I have about 7 minutes before my body decides to shut down, so I'll be quick.
I've spent the past week feeling lousy, going to doctors, having people prod me. I have an ultrasound scheduled for January 27, and at that point I will really know (rather than just having my doctor "strongly suspect") which lovely feminine ailment I'm facing, and I'll probably be ready to share. It's not dire, it's not terminal, but it's extremely annoying.
I spent two days feeling horribly sorry for myself and dragging around and crying and eating whatever came my way.
Then I decided this is just not how I want to live my life, so today I started writing down my food again (I haven't recorded it all, but I am very sure I was extremely careful and did not go over, and I will get the rest of it down tomorrow). I am ready to embark on my 3rd week of dieting, I am down five pounds, and it's time to pull out the exercise. I'm going to start with a very gentle yoga routine, because I think that's probably about all I can handle at the moment.
In other news, I started a fabulous shawl which is a gift for someone who could, potentially, see it here, so I'm not saying who and I'm not showing pictures. But it's fabulous.
And for having thus teased, I shall now present a picture of the other thing I did this week: A very sparkly candystriped sock:
and the roving I've started spinning on my new drop spindle.
And we had a SNOW DAY today! It was rockin' awesome. This was at 7:45 am, when it had been snowing for fewer than 8 hours:
And the kiddo has the day off tomorrow as well. And Friday, school was already closed. And Monday? Closed for MLK day. Little stinker.
I'm off to bed.