So, I don't have too much to say actually. I am still reeling from moving Mom in on Easter Sunday. Somehow, I still managed to do eggs, baskets, and a spread for eight. Damn, I am getting this domestic thing down.
My high school boyfriend contacted me the other day, and will be coming to dinner tonight. I realized that I haven't seen him in about seven years! I am rather excited to see how he has changed and grown. Tomorrow is my daughter's OTHER birthday party, and I am putting my ass on roller skates. I hope I don't steal her thunder as I rock the house. My diet is going well, you can almost see all of my stomach muscles again. I think I am about to move out of the first phase, and I am wondering what that will hold. This "diet" is a lifestyle change, and one I have slowly been successful at. I know that if I don't eat the way I am supposed to, my body now yells at me. But, I am down to 129 and getting more muscle, dropping body fat, and reshaping myself. I am.....wait for it....the shit. I am kind of looking forward to seeing my old boyfriend, who probably thinks, "she's had three kids" and seeing his face when I don't look like what he imagined at all......here's to hoping. My last "friend" that I ran into generally only spoke of how good he looked (I was not looking good that day, though. Little makeup and bad hair day) and frankly wore a look on his face that I looked like dogshit. Oh, well, he's almost senile anyway, and has a "gas station attendant-esque" belly issue.
