Saturday, August 8, 2009

New: Lowest Weight I Can Remember

Today I am 280.5 pounds, almost five pounds less than when I found out I was pregnant FIVE years ago! I must have been hovering on 285 lbs for at least a year before that. I'm very happy, but for some reason this week I have the blues.
Maybe this is just part of my regular cycle, but we'll see.
I have been tired the past few days, but not hungry. :)

Yesterday was the first day I had any type of real food, and it was 4 ounces of scrambled eggs. Today I made a little menu for my day.
Breakfast: 2 ounces of scrambled eggs and 2 ounces of mashed up melon, although I couldn't get all the melon out of the blender.
Lunch: I had baked fish (2 ounces) and 2 ounces of low fat, low calorie tuna salad. Unfortunately, I followed the directions for the microwaved fish and it came out hard instead of flaky.
I plan on trying canned chicken with mayo for dinner. I still need to have today's protein shake and I'm going to try Muscle Milk Lite: Chocolate flavor. They're regular chocolate is delicious, so I'm hopeful the lite one will be good too.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Send in the Clowns

I was watching So You Think You Can Dance, maybe it was one of last week's performances and a nostalgic feeling swept over me because of the song Tyce Diorio choreographed.

When I was a young girl, my parents collected fragile porcelain dolls and kept them on an etagere in the front entry. I don't know which occaision we were shopping for but I think we were at Almeda Mall looking for a nice doll for my mom. My dad must have had a preference for one and he asked me to choose one (I doubt my choice had much to do with what he bought).

I loved the harelquin clown with his young face, white clown suit & black hat. He had a little tear to make him appear sad too. The best thing was that he played Send in the Clowns. It was calm and sad, but so beautiful.

My dad bought that clown for my mom and I used to pull that clown down and play it whenever I happened upon him. I was probably 12 years old when my sister was running down the hall and lost control, crashing into the etagere. My favorite clown now had a hole in his head and I rescued him for myself for a few years. He's long gone now.