It has additional good features besides Timothy Hutton.

True, there is a reason I'm on episode 10 of 13. I'm having emotions about Jeremy Sisto's character.

I am sampling my Zipz single-serving wines (pinot grigio, pretty good; chardonnay, fine; merlot, not great, but maybe just didn't go with the chocolate since usually merlot is a soliidly reliable varietal; next up, cabernet sauvignon) and eating all the salty snacks I can find. Friday night chez -t.

OMG, Zipz is actually a thing?? And they didn't change the name? I saw them on Shark Tank.

Ah, the whole diet/exercise/better health thing. Awhile back Dylan and I were both on Weight Watchers. My goal was to lose 60 lbs, and I managed to lose 40. In the same time, he lost something like 110 lbs, made it to goal weight, and started running 10Ks. But over the last year or so, we've slacked off. I've gained 20 lbs back, while he's added 40. So we're still better off than we were. But I've reached the point where if I don't nip this slow regain in the bud I'm going to have to go back to a jeans size I swore I'd never wear again. Plus, I have bad feet. Kinda flat with collapse-prone arches. A family trait. At peak weight I had fairly severe foot pain. After I lost 30 lbs, it went away. Now, it's back.

So I've got to get back on target. We're going to Europe this summer, and I don't intend for my memories of the Waterloo reenactment or the Louvre to be of limping around. And I know what I need to do. But it's so hard to re-summon the self-discipline and energy to focus so hard on what I'm eating again.

Dinner and sale both sound pretty great!

OMG, Zipz is actually a thing?? And they didn't change the name? I saw them on Shark Tank.

I guess? I did not know about Shark Tank, I, uh, clicked on a Facebook ad. For some reason Facebook thought I would be interested in wine...anyway, it is really nifty packaging, which I appreciate, and not bad wine. From Santa Rosa, which I also like for sentimental family reasons.

Huzzah! I made it through today's appointment with my nephrologist. Although my creatinine level has crept up to 5.35 he's allowing me to stay off dialysis for a while yet. I have to go back for more blood work in another month, so we'll see how that round turns out, but for at least a few more weeks I'm in the clear.

Her comic book collection is extensive, and her family thought it could be used to bring in some $ for the charity. Is there someone local who can look at it and tell us what it is worth? I haven't a clue and don't want to get cheated.

I feel like we gotta know someone who knows this. But drawing a blank.

Spent the evening packing of a less sad, but still poop reason, my friend moving to NC. She needed me to do the china cabinet of things that might make her cry. Only hit one landmine, and one thing that used to make her cry, made her smile this time.

But she did make me cry, that bitch, when she told me that while she loves all of us, leaving me is the hardest because while I'm the newest, we just clicked. Which is true.

3 more days before she departs. Tomorrow night is spoken for. I'm not losing a friend- damn right I'm keeping her- but she's going from someone I'll see at least twice a week and exchanging favors with to long distance. Meh. I meant, CLEARLY it works, just sad.

I don't mean for this to be a rah-rah pep talk. I'm not trying to inspire you to go roast cauliflower. I know all too well what it feels like to not respect my body and not care for it, for...ever, really....I guess I just wanted to say: I get it, so so much, but I've surprised myself with this shift in my thinking.

Teppy, believe me, I do not feel preached at or anything of that unpleasant ilk. I feel like - maybe you connected to what I was expressing, and by expressing yourself, you were hoping I could plug in to what you said. I love you for that. I'm sorry there is too much of a disconnect between me and this body. It does not feel real to me. I don't recognize the thing in the mirror.

Sail, it wasn't a crappy, or even average doctor that I had that conversation with. This was the good guy. This was the one doctor in two decades that earned the right to say his concern was my actual health. It took me zero time to find a doctor willing to prescribe amphetamine-related appetite suppressants. By which I mean, some of them offered without me asking for it. It took 20 years of looking to find a doctor who was willing to test my thyroid function by testing actual thyroid function. (Side note to anyone who wants to have her or his thyroid function tested: don't let them get away with only running the TSH. Thyroid Stimulating Hormone comes from the pituitary gland. Make them run the T3 and T4 as well. TSH is only useful if your pituitary gland is callibrated correctly. If you never get the direct measurements, you don't know whether the pituary gland knows what it is talking about.)

I used to love eating lots of veggies. I still eat more than the average person, I believe. I used to love walking and riding my bike and sometimes trying different exercise classes. I just don't anymore. There is no joy in moving this thing.

Being diabetic I am supposed to always watch what I eat . yeah

that fell apart completely in nov/dec along with not having meds for a few weeks. The good news - getting back on the wagon seems to be working quickly. The bad news - payingattention to food instead of dreaming about food, not so fun