"It cold." (Only Anne Stainback will get that... with the "it" pronounced "e".)
Yesterday my parents and I met my brother Andy and his family up at the Mall of Georgia which is a mall so cool it has TWO Starbucks inside of it, less than fifty feet from one another.
I'm still not used to the fact I move slower than... well, Christmas, and furthermore, I can't understand for the life of me how much it takes out of me when it DO move. If you know the Mall of Georgia, my mother and I walked from the food court down to the Gap before I was ready to turn around. Later, we took the girls down to where Santa was and back and I thought I was going to need an ambulance to get me to the car. There was a train (not on tracks... it just drives around a very small area of the mall for kids to sit in) that I was ready to pay $20 to drive me to the door.
We got home and I needed a nap before meeting Steve out and seeing INVASION CHRISTMAS CAROL at Dad's Garage. Invasion is fantastic and Amber Nash is incredible as Scoorge. The show is improvised every night.
After the show, Jennah, Coop and I went to Joe's on Juniper, because it's not a trip home for me unless I have their tanked chicken nachos. My stomach was ready to explode before I made it home.
Today we met my entire extended family in Rome, Georgia (they traveled from Alabama) for lunch. A lot of our conversation centered around "chemo or not chemo." It was so great to see all of them, and I'm so happy they made the trip, because I never would have survived a car ride to them. But even then, I needed a nap when I got home.
I have to stop eating the way that I am. I know it doesn't help the growing mass that is my belly. My "fat" jeans don't even fit me any more. And it's not like I'm eating out of control. But when left alone with a menu, I order dessert.
Frankly, I blame Joshua for 10 of the 15 pounds I'm carrying. It's a great cook, but if I didn't know any better (which I probably don't) I would swear he was intentionally trying to get me fat.
Whatever was used to numb me "down there" has worn off. So it hurts like hell all the time. (The pressure of jeans or sitting or moving.) Walking is an effort. It's better when I'm standing. But I feel like I need to get up and walk around if for not other reason to burn off a FEW calories.
After Christmas, when I get back to LA, I am going on a strict, strict, strict diet. I've never been on a diet. I just eat sensibly and work out and run. But desperate times are calling for desperate measures.
