Well, I managed to drop a few lbs. with that magic soup I typed about last time. Today, being the fourth of July, my daughter and I went out for sushi. Most folks think that is a low calorie treat, but rice turns to sugar. I always gain a bit, so that was my only meal today unless I polish off that cabbage soup tonight (which is likely).
I woke up 2 pounds to my goal weight, but a pound lighter than my pre-cancer-diagnosis weight. So, I'm not complaining! Hopefully I'll be lingering at a positive weight when I wake up - at 3 or 4 am for my flight to Quebec tomorrow.
Yup, gigging in quaint Quebec tomorrow night. Happy for the work. NEED the work. Would like to chill at home, I'm SO tired. But, I can't complain. This summer is booked to the gills. I need to pack - I love overnight trips, so easy. Equipment, costume, and some essentials. Not sure we'll have workout time, so I'm just going to roll up some leggings and hope for the best. I usually bring an onslaught of gym attire, but not for this one. Wear sneaks, will pump iron.
My daughter has been remarkable. Teaching herself piano. She's interesting. My studio has a window that faces the piano. We'll both be practicing, and she'll knock. Ask questions. Really listen. Magic. This is why we don't force children into activities like that. She rejected piano years ago. I let her. Now, she's here on her own. Really working.
She is also the best cat insulin injector. So, as hubs and I are away on gigs, she is responsible for 2 injections. On her own. I have faith. If something happens, it's ok, but we talked about that. He won't die. But he'll feel like crap. She gets it. No reason to panic, but do your best. I let her dad know the schedule too, so he can make sure to remind her and let her have that time. I also told her she could hang and practice piano if she wants. The kitties would love it.
I'm starting to wrap my OCD brain around the September kitchen issue. It gives us time to purge and clean. Well, we're working a lot, but still. We can take advantage of that time. Right? RIGHT?
Sigh.
I want my walls chopped up now.
But the contractor said it's not really livable so we'd be tortured longer.
Agh.
Anyhoo, off to pack.
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