Once again, I have a purpose!
Well, now I know what I'll be doing for the next two weeks - babysitting my grandmother!
Nanny's not doing so well now, and needs to have someone around all the time. So, since I'm "not working," I got volunteered to hang out with Nanny and keep her in line. You know, no more break dancing, base jumping, or disco for her! It's all about the keeping still and watching movies for us. Perhaps we'll even throw in some hard-core napping just for variety!
Nan's still a hoot to hang around with, regardless of the oxygen cannula and nebulizer (which she calls her "crack pipe" - although it looks more like a bong to me...). And hey, we both dig invalid food, so it's going to be a wild rockin' week for us. I know I make it sound boring, but I love my Nanny, so it's no sacrifice.
Food
Food is not love, or at least that's the mantra I'm repeating these days. It's bizarre to eat 1/4 cup of food and be full. Done. Finito. The WCM took me out to dinner the other night, and I ate about 4 bites of my dinner. It was scrumptious - a chicken breast stuffed with mushrooms, cheese, chorizo, and spinach, then drenched in more cheese and jalapenos. Oh, the cheesy goodness! The WCM now loves going out to dinner with me, as I ate another few bites for lunch today, then gave up and put it all in a plastic container for him to take for lunch tomorrow. Three meals from one entree. If you're a cheap-ass bastard, you can't beat that deal!
Tonnage
Um, well it's been almost three weeks since my surgery, and I've lost 27 pounds. Nine pounds a week is nothing to sneeze at. That's another surreal part of this whole surgery experience. I mean, when have I lost 27 pounds in less than a month before? Like, never?
For the average person, like my aunt and mother, losing 27 pounds would mean dropping 4 dress sizes, so they're really impressed. For me, the chubbette, it means my clothes are getting a little loose. It always confused me when skinny people would freak about gaining 10 pounds. I realized later that 10 pounds is a big deal for them, as it means that none of their clothes will fit. At my weight, 10 pounds truly doesn't affect fit that much.
Summer Plans
Melanie, Noz, thanks ever so much for your suggestions of learning a new language to relieve my boredom, but I believe I'm going to have to pass. If I delve back into language learning, it will be to refresh my Spanish, as that's really where the K-12 market is these days. Arabic and Russian? Not so much.
But I did get some good suggestions. I particularly like Garfer's, of Naked Skydiving. Although the WCM's of Competitive Underwater Basketweaving seems to trump it. Anyone for a weave-off?
Seriously, though, once I'm done granny-sitting, it will be time to dress up a few (hundred)lesson plans in time for school. I think I know how my summer will be spent. Blargh.
All of you lovely people on vacation, it's time to come back. Quit skiving and get blogging, dammit!
Nanny's not doing so well now, and needs to have someone around all the time. So, since I'm "not working," I got volunteered to hang out with Nanny and keep her in line. You know, no more break dancing, base jumping, or disco for her! It's all about the keeping still and watching movies for us. Perhaps we'll even throw in some hard-core napping just for variety!
Nan's still a hoot to hang around with, regardless of the oxygen cannula and nebulizer (which she calls her "crack pipe" - although it looks more like a bong to me...). And hey, we both dig invalid food, so it's going to be a wild rockin' week for us. I know I make it sound boring, but I love my Nanny, so it's no sacrifice.
Food
Food is not love, or at least that's the mantra I'm repeating these days. It's bizarre to eat 1/4 cup of food and be full. Done. Finito. The WCM took me out to dinner the other night, and I ate about 4 bites of my dinner. It was scrumptious - a chicken breast stuffed with mushrooms, cheese, chorizo, and spinach, then drenched in more cheese and jalapenos. Oh, the cheesy goodness! The WCM now loves going out to dinner with me, as I ate another few bites for lunch today, then gave up and put it all in a plastic container for him to take for lunch tomorrow. Three meals from one entree. If you're a cheap-ass bastard, you can't beat that deal!
Tonnage
Um, well it's been almost three weeks since my surgery, and I've lost 27 pounds. Nine pounds a week is nothing to sneeze at. That's another surreal part of this whole surgery experience. I mean, when have I lost 27 pounds in less than a month before? Like, never?
For the average person, like my aunt and mother, losing 27 pounds would mean dropping 4 dress sizes, so they're really impressed. For me, the chubbette, it means my clothes are getting a little loose. It always confused me when skinny people would freak about gaining 10 pounds. I realized later that 10 pounds is a big deal for them, as it means that none of their clothes will fit. At my weight, 10 pounds truly doesn't affect fit that much.
Summer Plans
Melanie, Noz, thanks ever so much for your suggestions of learning a new language to relieve my boredom, but I believe I'm going to have to pass. If I delve back into language learning, it will be to refresh my Spanish, as that's really where the K-12 market is these days. Arabic and Russian? Not so much.
But I did get some good suggestions. I particularly like Garfer's, of Naked Skydiving. Although the WCM's of Competitive Underwater Basketweaving seems to trump it. Anyone for a weave-off?
Seriously, though, once I'm done granny-sitting, it will be time to dress up a few (hundred)lesson plans in time for school. I think I know how my summer will be spent. Blargh.
All of you lovely people on vacation, it's time to come back. Quit skiving and get blogging, dammit!
posted by Peevish McSnark at
7:08 PM
4 Comments:
Holy crap! 27 pounds!!
Is it hard to adjust to the small portions--feeling full or not? I feel that is where I would fail since I know no other type of eating than the "oh my God, I'm going to die" type.
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portuguesa nova, At
8:32 PM
(Congrats!)
(...and I hope your granny-sitting goes well...What I would recommend where that is ocncerned is keeping a very close eye out if you ever walk into her room and find she has pointy ears and big, scary teeth and, well, just in general looks a little more than usual like a wolf. I once read a story like that and it didn't end pretty.)
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portuguesa nova, At
8:34 PM
Congrats on the weight loss, dearie--it is really starting to show even though it probably doesn't feel that way.As I sucked in to zip up my capris today, I felt a wave of dread, knowing that time really has come for me to stop scarfing donuts. Ugh.
Oh, and have fun with granny--sounds like a nice relaxing way to fill in your time. Maybe you can even do some scrapbooking or beading.
As for Russian, I am just a linguophile, so any lang is good for me, and that website I pointed out is rather fun (NPR did a story on her). But I'm sure you can find cool spanish stuff if you happen to want it.
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Anonymous, At
11:02 AM
Congratulations! And good luck with your granny!
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12:00 PM
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