I am officially Christmas-ed out.
We had Christmas dinner with the girls’ godparents, a Christmas Eve drop-in with friends, Christmas Eve gumbo & presents with my parents, Christmas Day stockings & lunch at my house, Christmas afternoon visiting with Beau’s family, Christmas Leftovers’ Party with friends Monday night, Christmas dinner and more presents with my dad’s family last night, AND … can you believe it, Christmas at PF Chang’s with my mom’s side of the family tonight? How else does a typical family celebrate the birth of Christ but with great Chinese food?
Let’s count that.
Um … that’s 8 Christmas events. EIGHT.
Wow. That’s enough.
I am officially done with eating.
Well … I guess after tonight I will be.
I’m terrified to step on the scale. TERRIFIED. So, I probably won’t. At least for another month or so after I get myself back together.
I have not worked out regularly since the week before Thanksgiving. Horrible. Shameful. Sure, I did a run here and there, but nothing consistent and it’s finally catching up with me. My clothes are tight. I’m uncomfortable and could give myself a kick in the you-know-what.
So … you would say, “No problem, Mama Belle. Just start up Thursday or even Friday.”
But, I have this pesky little minor surgery on Friday morning. No big deal. One of those drive-through, in-and-out surgeries. I’m sure I’ll be home by the afternoon.
The only part I’m not crazy about is the getting-put-to-sleep part. Thankfully, my mom, the best nurse I know will be there. I requested her to be there so that the other nurses or doctors don’t kill me. All those medical dramas have ruined me. I’ve seen a woman wake up in the middle of her surgery or even worse not wake up from a surgery. Uh … Too much to think about.
Anyhow, I’m sure I’ll be up and ready to go for a run this weekend. Some time. At least I hope so.
In the meantime, I’ll give you a taste of what we’ve had to endure from Roxy’s latest Christmas gift (of which she has 3 of). Lord, help us.
Hope your Christmas was blessed!