Again, really?

Well, it must be that time of year. In perusing my old blog posts, I see that the last time I seriously thought about losing weight was on September 13th of last year. Well, I have lost some weight but it sure wasn't the dieting way.

Since then, doctors found a tumor on my pancreas, a mass on my liver of unknown origin and many kidney stones. After an incredibly invasive surgery in December, I now how have less intestine, stomach and pancreas and lost about 22 pounds just in the first two months of recovery.

Since then, as previous posts attest, I have been extremely busy with my music and then, of course, the summer season at the park. The long hours this summer were difficult and my days off were spent trying to recover. I still have days of serious pain but they are fewer and further between with every passing week.

My digestion is still a matter of concern for me. I have long periods of "irregularity" followed by a day of not being able to stop. And with the loss of part of my pancreas, I am now experiencing blood sugar problems - not often, but enough. The worst part is the need to sleep off the aftermath. It's a great thing that I have such an understanding boss!

Anyway, since the initial loss of 22 pounds in December, I have regained about seven of those pounds to land firmly on 222. It's time to give up the excuses and get busy on getting this weight off!

When Miles Davis Comes To Dinner

My husband and received a very unexpected surprise this evening. Miles Davis came to dinner at our house, just as we were opening a bag of Cheetos.

He played a piece from his new album "Kind of Orange."

My iPod Doesn't Work...

My busy life went over the top last night with three different appointments all converging at once, luckily all in the same spot: my basement.

You would think with my fabulous iPod Touch that I would be more organized than this, but, alas, such is not the case. I had already scheduled a guitar lesson and a review of music with a fellow violinist for an upcoming musical, each at 5:30.

If that wasn't bad enough, I told my husband when I got home from work that I was free the entire evening and he set about bringing a myriad of audio gear downstairs through which he wanted me to play my fiddle for an upcoming gig. Of course, as soon as all of this heavy gear was hooked up and ready to go, the students started coming in. Yikes! It was a regular Grand Central down there.

Everything worked out in the end with my husband the last in line to get my attention, as usual. God bless him. In the end, everything was done and everyone was taken care of. Now if I will just start USING my iPod.....

Many things...

This is my first post of the new year. I decided that I should do one the moment I realized that it is almost February. Where on earth does the time go?

Anyway, I'm 90% recovered from the surgery on my pancreas. I still have a few occasional serious pains and a tube that is stitched in surrounded by some ongoing aches but I'm mostly back to normal. That's a good thing because this spring looks to be a challenge in many respects.

I'm playing in the pit orchestra for a production of "Guys and Dolls" at the local high school. That will go on until February 21st. Then back to the surgeon to have my last tube taken out. Then youth orchestra rehearsals will begin again. Big Surf is in full swing for planning and there is much work to be done there. (I'm one of the few unbelievable lucky people who really love their job.) Then there's the normal stuff like bills, laundry. You know. Life.

But today, I'm going to take some time and do something that I've wanted to do for a while now. I'm going up to Bagnell Dam to see if I can get some good shots of the bald eagles that nest there.

I hope they're out and in the mood for a paparazzo.

Thanksgiving Day

It's always nice to have an extra day. I get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of work that I forget to take time for myself. After a hearty Thanksgiving dinner, I set out to so some organizing in my craft area.

When I'm planning a project, I love to get messy. I pull out every piece of fabric I own and match them, put them in sunlight and turn them to get the right look. I love to just sit in a pile of fabric and bask in the colors and textures of what might be. And usually, in my hurry to get to work on the next purse or hamburger pillow, I have wads of fabric that are simply thrown back on the shelf to make room for sewing.

I refolded and carefully restacked all of my pieces and put them to sleep for another day. All of the scraps that aren't big enough to fold up are now in a pile on my couch, waiting for the iron. I'm cutting what I can into 3" squares. After that, I'll cut what I can into 2" squares. I think it's time for a scrap quilt!

Now for another day off......

Thanksgiving

We've all read it before. Lists and lists of things of people and things that everyone is thankful for on Turkey Day. Well, not everyone feels quite the same about this holiday. In fact, here is my Top 10 List of what I DON'T HAVE today:

1. I don't have DSL or dial-up.
2. I don't have any worries.
3. I don't have an empty house.
4. I don't have to go to work.
5. I don't have enough room in my refrigerator for all of the
food my mother-in-law prepared.
6. I don't have to stay awake all day.
7. I don't have shoes on.
8. I don't have to watch the clock.
9. I don't have a phone that isn't ringing off the hook with
friends and family wishing me a "Happy Thanksgiving."
10. I don't have to wonder whether or not I'm a child of God.

Stop the Madness!

Somewhere along the way, maybe it was when I turned 35, my digestive tract took a turn for the worse. Since that time, I have gained approximately 80 pounds. Ooh. Even looking at that in actual print makes me squirm. But there it is. Admitting it to myself was the hardest part. But confessing it to others has been entirely something different. So now that I've done that, I think I may be ready to move in an entirely more productive direction.

I have allowed myself to excuse my weight gain for long enough. No, scratch that. I haven't excused it, I have allowed myself to think that I couldn't do anything about it for long enough. I am a comfort eater and have always turned to food as a stress relaxer. This particular digestive problem, however, has turned that attitude into a disaster - an 80 pound disaster.

Now, mind you, I'm no Barbie Doll. I've never been what you would call pretty. I don't think I'm homely but let's face it, I'll never be running for Miss Missouri. And I've never been skinny, either. But I have been more fit than I am now. I guess what I'm trying to say that I don't have any intentions of trying to become something I'm not. I just want to be able to walk up the stairs without being out of breath.