Well, what can I say? Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I love it. For me the holidays are about joy, and abundance of all kinds--food included. It's almost noon today and I haven't eaten yet. I will soon though--but probably not as terribly as one might expect--the big downfall is the cheeseball and crackers.
I'm afraid this blog might become quite depressing over the next year. Mom's tumor is back and she rested for most of yesterday. This will be the last holidays that we get to have her. Losing my mother makes me sad. Dealing with the aftermath of both houses--makes me both frightened and very angry. Dad's house would fit right into any reality show. But this blog is about my real life and succeeding in a difficult task. It would be lovely if I could lose weight in a nice stress-free bubble, but I can't. These next few years are going to involve tremendous upheavals--death, drugs, disability, evictions, a vast amount of clean-up and heaven only knows what else. I resent my father and sister for dumping all of their problems into mine and Lisa's laps because they have been too lazy to deal their problems themselves. I feel victimized and furious. But okay. That's what life handed me, and my job is to grow past the crisis--become less victimized, less furious and more filled with love and charity. In short, I intend to win this fight. However wretched my family, I can choose happiness and success in weight loss or anything else.
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