Cooker, you are an inspiration! WOW! Aren't you the man!! I am so proud of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you are getting enough enrichment to keep all those nasty bugs at bay. Don't forget all my tricks!! Wash your hands a ton (you probably shake a lot of hands). Keep a little bottle of that anti-viral gel in your car so everytime you go somewhere icky (like the grocery store...have you watched sick babies chew on those handlebars?) you can swab off the germs. Don't ever touch public door handles, railings and such, use your butt or arm or shoulder and gain better balance going up and down stairs without the railings. Hmmm. Use paper towels in the home bathroom (instead of sharing towels). Get your very own tube of toothpaste, don't even share with dear wife. Hope you feel better soon, crabby-apple-pants!! You may have met your match... read on....
I have been dodging this thread. I have found out for real that I am a stress eater (wish I were more like Superbob!). I have not gained any weight, but I have not lost, either. Good thing is that our son has been called upon for jury duty, special judge's court (of course we don't know what it's about and won't for the duration) and the courthouse is just 10 minutes from home and Curves is on the way. SO!! At least I have been good about dropping him off and going to Curves and sometimes walking a track 2 miles after that. But oh, that upper arm flab!!! I hate it!! It needs to go and I don't think Curves is enough for that.
And the stress is just gnawing away at my gut and the Nexium isn't really helping for that. Maybe I should add valium on a daily basis instead of as needed? (seriously, I'm asking!!) I hate to whine, but having husband at home and he reads voraciously and he's trying not to "castastrophize" about everything (um, no jobs in his industry anywhere... paring down, pretty much instead) and he spends his time doing Scrooge McDuck calculations over and over. We've been looking at downsizing our home situation (by 2/3s!!!) and I'm the only one who is going to go through all the stuff to get rid of it. We go out, look around at real estate (and
as if someone would buy our house!), eat a fattening lunch and go home and talk, talk, talk, talk. It's not like I don't already do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, now taking 9 credit hours to update my teaching license and am working a part time job!!! I am not Superwoman. I am 55!!! I think I am going crazy!!!
Whew. Okay. Thanks for listening to THAT!!
Now time to go chew on some curds and whey for being a bad girl and letting all my frustrations out on you guys.
Marguerite
