Tuesday

When Sharky got home last night, we all went over to KIPP (Petunia's old middle school) for an Alumni Family dinner.  Nice to see the teachers and principal, give feedback, and eat spaghetti/bread/salad and had a mini cupcake for dessert. I was good and only had a small amount but thoroughly enjoyed a piece of a baguette from Panera (bread is becoming a real treat). (My glucose at bedtime was a smidge over normal high.)

Swung by Publix on the way home for the last couple of things I had forgotten to pick up while grocery shopping.

Petunia said my hair last night looked very nice. I think my returned regiment of wash/wax then wash/butter every other week seems to be working quite well. No word (other than a rare joke now and then) from Sharky. Oh well.

Kinda proud and depressed about my weight loss. I've lost about 25 pounds over 18 weeks now (really slowing down now) and while I feel it - feel stronger and my clothes are so much looser - I don't look like it. I look in the mirror and in pictures and I just don't see any loss at all. Makes me very sad. I know I'm doing this more for health than anything else, but come one, it sure would feel good to visually see it.