Every year, Tim and his brothers get together make his mom's fruitcake recipe because they love it so much (my understanding is that, if you like fruitcake, that recipe is very very good; I just don't care for fruitcake).
This reminds me that I need to survey my Jamaican friends and see whose mom has made a nice rum cake for the holidays. That stuff is super yum.
Errant wires are not a good thing.
There is so much on my list and I am so dysfunctional. Ugh. What should be on top of that list is my health, and I haven't done my PT or any exercise since I left NY. And the diet has been on 2 days, off 1, or a really shitty maintenance plan instead of losing the damn weight so you can walk normal plan. It should be fairly easy to stay on track while I am at my sister's place for a few days. If I can get back into a zone for a week I should be good.
Laura, that’s so tough. I’m glad there’s some progress with your brother, but not surprised that the habits of a lifetime are still driving
Going off on my own sounds like an excellent plan, Around here, it’ll just be me and my sister anyway I think. I’m not inclined to argue about plans with my brother and his wife, who are back into their “ Can’t mention anything about Russia or Ukraine without setting off a shit storm” mode. Like, for real. My sister posted a piece from Rebecca Solnit that vaguely mentioned Soviet Russia simply as a case where people endured and kept hope alive and they both flipped out. Wouldn’t explain their issue, except to say it’s “complicated’ and we could discuss it privately. Yeah, fucking miss me with that. I officially do not care.
And happier news I just heard from J’s husband that Elliot was born at 7 o’clock this morning. Yay for baby Elliot!
Spoiler fonting for very different pregnancy news
Just wanted to say how much I appreciated the spoiler font (I did not highlight to read, and was grateful to have that option).
What should be on top of that list is my health, and I haven't done my PT or any exercise since I left NY. And the diet has been on 2 days, off 1, or a really shitty maintenance plan instead of losing the damn weight so you can walk normal plan.
I lost 5 pounds in September when I was sick with the flu (total is just shy of -20 pounds since I started), and then I haven't lost a bit since then, and I am so frustrated. I haven't gained anything back, so that's good, and my measurements keep going down (4 inches off my bust, 3 inches off my waist, and 3 inches off my hips, since April).* So stuff is happening, just not on the scale, so I guess I'll stick with what I'm doing. Although I still am going to eat a mountain of greasy Chinese food tonight.
*(My loss is all the Covid weight gain, so far. In fact, my pre-Covid jeans still don't fit comfortably, although I can button and zip them, but then I am squished. And my post-Covid jeans fall entirely off me when they're buttoned and zipped. I'm not buying any more in-between jeans, so it's either going to be skirts and tights for me, or yoga pants everywhere. And I am 99% yoga pants, because Trump won and nothing means anything anymore.)
