Yesterday my left knee had its first birthday. No more pain in it anymore. Strong like bull as my Grandpa Kozak used to say about me. Somehow it didn't seem like a compliment at the time, but he was always good for a dollar whenever I left his house. Later it was a twenty dollar bill I left his house with, and still later, he and my grandma gave me the downpayment on my first house. Thanks, Grandpa. Or as we like to say in my family Zheel, beel, kareel...Kahftan!!
I had a day on program yesterday, meaning Weight Watchers, which I will from here on refer to as WW or sometimes ww if I am too lazy to hit the shift key. I even had a 12 inch sub for dinner. That's not really the best choice to make. A six incher would have been better but I had 28 points left at dinnertime and that is what a spicy italian twelve incher comes out as. My point total per day is 41 but it will change as my weight changes.
I spent yesterday on my feet as much as possible. I did not get on my bike but I was very active, cleaning the other living room where my now missing cat left me a Christmas surprise which I found a week ago as I was taking down the Christmas tree. There was a small cardboard box under the tree toward the back that had a few ornaments in it. It was repurposed as a receptacle for cat urine--otherwise known as a litterbox. I wondered where that smell was coming from. Since that time, the cat Mabel has not come home. He probably found a house he likes better, but when that happens, I usually get a phone call from the house he's been hanging at because his name and address is on his tag. Drove around the neighborhood with Amy last weekend calling his name. Someone said they'd seen him recently. Time will tell. Plus he is diabetic and needs his insulin--something I'd not been to faithful about lately. So he could be dead but he is not. He is just peeing a whole lot--a symptom of his disease which is what makes the litterbox such a full time job when he is around. So if there is any guilt here, it is that I was not injecting him regularly as I did several months ago. Sorry, Mabel. Hope you show up soon. Kinda.
Amy is coming home this evening. It is Thursday and Easter weekend. She is happy because she gets three nights at home. Erica is coming two of the mornings to shower her etc. but on Easter morning I'm on my own. On that day we are driving to Al's house in Champaign to meet up with Annie too. Meanwhile, I need to take the van for an oil change toda and get some food in the house.
I have not written about Weight Watchers in this post. It is a plan I am following for obvious reasons. I am in a denial of sorts because when I start thinking about the whole thing I get nutty. But it should be the biggest thing in my life right now because it needs to be.
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