The title is an inside joke my newly refound friend told me some years back, its used when someone just up and dissapears.
I apparently took the month of December off. Well, it started with Thanksgiving and then it was my birthday which I celebrated for a few weeks. And then there were the company parties and friend gatherings. Oh, and the lead accountant lady just had to buy all of the different kind of M&Ms that were holiday colored. I swear the pretzel M&M bowl was filling itself up from the bottom. On Christmas Eve they got Bob Evan’s biscuit and gravy and grit at which point I began to distrust my co-workers. They had worn down my resistance and ere know fattening me up to either eat or sacrifice to the end of the year accounting gods. Either way, those cookies and candy need to go away. The popcorn tin as well.
One of my best friends put together one hell of a birthday outing for me in recognition of my new life style which was really awesome. We started out with golf, some putting and then just hitting the ball on the driving range I think is what it’s called. Then there was tennis. Good lord. That was hilarious. Part of the adjacent court was dubbed the “Stephanie Zone” because I just couldn’t keep the ball on our court and a few times not even in the tennis court itself. During this birthday day extravaganza I spoke with a personal trainer who reiterated what my doctor said about my knee, rest it for a while, but jeez a while is a long time. AND there was some personal training and it felt good to punch again. I think I’m going to go back to LA Boxing soon with my limitations and do as much as I can. Then there was a massage, I forget how awesome those are until I get one. Followed by a lovely dinner, best part I was home by 10! And I had the house to myself; even though I was going to bed I took my pants off at the front door because I could.
Christmas was fine; I’m kind of an orphan. I can’t travel to see my dad for Christmas and when he comes I’m too busy to actually do anything and I have no kids and no real reason to get up all early to open presents. While my sister and nee live here, my niece went to her dad’s for the holidays and I decided that I was going to Spa World where you get naked and hot and wet…that sounds dirty, but if you click here you’ll see what I mean. I still haven’t gotten any services done, but I did spend a full hour and a half in their gym and I mean mugged all the runners on the treadmill. My chest was tight with jealousy. Weird, I remember not understanding runners now I envy their pain free click free strides. But I broke a good sweat and rewarded myself with a shower and some yoga breathing in the many different pumice rooms.
This New Year’s Eve was a first for me. I went out to a fancy dinner with some friends and kept my wits about me enough to safely get myself home and remember the evening. YAY! I didn’t start the New Year hung over or sluttly, go me! I was able to get out of the house and have dim sum for brunch and hang out with my friends. I’m not sure when it happened, but I made the decision to socialize as much as I could this holiday season. It would have been so easy to be lulled into a sulky lonely place and just shut down and wallow, but how long would it take to climb out of that? I don’t have time to detox from the dark allure of depression AND food.
Oh food, it got a hold of me and we’re going through a breakup. I now weigh a solid 236. I said goodbye to fried on the first. My plan was to get back in the gym daily eat 1200 calories. But I think I’m going to ease into a bit more like I did in the beginning, I have to build up my stamina and detox. I haven’t really gotten back into the swing of it, which is one of the reasons I’m back on this blog, it keeps me honest and a bit more in line, but most of all I miss the group feeling, like a support group all my own.
As for my health, my gallbladder operation is set for 2/18 an hour before the ass crack of dawn. I’m the first surgery of the day and should be home the same day. I have been able to keep my calories in check mainly because I couldn’t really eat due to a toothache that started on the first. Thank goodness I picked up those slimfasts (for a quick meal when it’s late and I don’t feel like eating); I had one for breakfast after my first root canal. That’s right a root canal and I cried before she even put the bib on me. I just get freaked out at the thought of mouth pain and mouth pain there was, but I got through it and 12 hours later just the corner of my mouth is really bothering me. Of course I’m on pain meds and a touch of whiskey and avoid biting down on that side at all.
All in all I’m okay and back. Tomorrow is Wednesday and I’m going to measure myself and get those numbers up and get my 236 pounds to the gym tomorrow. It will take me some time to catch up on all my blogs. How did everyone fare? Better than I, I hope.