Monday, June 15, 2015

The Dying Blog

I've been blogging for years. It has been my main source of release for a long time. I started out on Live Journal back in college when it was considered cool to get on and whine about how terrible life was at 18. I worked my way over to Myspace blogs where my posts became centered on family and friends. Then, I slowly ended up over here on Blogger. 

I started blogging when everyone was blogging. It was the cool thing to do. You would pick your niche and write for the whole world to read. At the height of blogging popularity, I had over a thousand readers and more comments than I could count. There was an endless supply of reading material and opinions to give.

Then things started to trickle out.

By the time I started my weight loss blog, the blogging community was already starting to die off some. It was harder to gain readers than ever before. People commented less. Yet, I still felt like the weight loss community in blogging was pretty strong. This is why I stuck with it. It’s a good thing I did. I don’t think I would have felt so happy with my weight loss without all of the supporters I had here. 

The weight loss community is a very different animal than a lot of other blogging communities. People come and go. Losing weight is not easy, and when people lose the battle, their blogs tend to disappear. Some of the blogs I loved most are now non-existent. They lost the will to lose weight or decided blogging wasn’t for them. Or the people who were successful stopped blogging. It was like they hit their goal weight and didn’t have anything to write about. I always find that so frustrating because that is what I want to hear most. What is it like to hit your goal? Are there any struggles? Are you happier now? Sadly, no one usually sticks around long enough to let you know.

In the last few years, I feel like blogging has changed across the board. I started out here on Blogger with four blogs at one point – Footsteps to God (religion), Musings of a Wannabe Writer (writing), a beauty blog I can’t even remember the name of anymore, and this one. Each year my readership would get smaller and people would comment less. It wasn’t just me though. I see it happening to almost every blog I subscribe to. Sure, you still see the “regulars” – the people who have had your back all along – but you never see anything else. 

Part of my blog dying is due to my lack of posting, but I also think it is due to people not being into blogs anymore. Most people these days are on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. In a lot of ways, I feel like the world of blogs is almost a thing of the past. That doesn’t mean all blogs are gone. There are still plenty of active blogs that gain a ton of readers every month. However, they are not as common. 

Since blogging has always been my release, I really tried to keep myself going. I combined blogs. I tried writing about a multitude of things rather than focusing on one topic. Although it has been nice for me, I don’t necessarily feel like it has been a service of any kind to my readers. Most of you joined this blog to be inspired or to support me in my weight loss journey.

I’m not losing weight. 

I’m not very inspiring.  

This is why most people have left.

I’ve been debating for a while whether to keep blogging or just call it quits. I still love to write down my feelings. Some of the reason I don’t do that here anymore is because I feel somewhat guilty talking about my weekend getaway or a new pair of shoes on what was supposed to be a weight loss blog. The other reason is that some of my co-workers and family members have found this blog. I don’t feel comfortable “venting” certain things with an audience that can bite me in the rear with it later on.

The one thing I know for sure is that I am closing this blog.

It doesn’t “fit” me anymore. It hasn’t for a long time. 

Thank you for all of your support over the years; especially when times were hard and my weight loss turned into weight gain. I made some great online friends here, and I will always be grateful.

I’m thinking about doing a private blog like my fellow blogger, Vicki, does. This way what I say is not so public. It can be a fresh start – a blog that is a little of everything and doesn’t fit into a niche. It will be my place to vent and talk about the things I really want to talk about.

Just on a smaller scale.

I haven’t decided yet. Right now it is just a thought. 

Until I make a decision, you can still follow me on other social media sites. They are all listed on the top right-hand corner of my website

I will keep this blog up for a few weeks to make sure everyone gets the news. If I do decide to do a private blog, I will announce that here before closing down.

Thank you again!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Week Two: Weigh In Day

I was lazy all Memorial weekend and realized I totally forgot to update you guys! Three day weekend! Yay! We actually have a pool this summer, which I am very much enjoying. I went all MacGyver on my swimsuit again. I took it in when I lost 80 lbs, and took it out again to accommodate my weight gain. You'd think I would be smart and just buy a new one, but I love this swimsuit. I bought it at my highest weight (346.8 lbs.), and I refuse to buy a new one until I reach a more stable weight.

Feet in the water! Ahhhhh!

But I did take a moment to remember all of our service men and woman who have fought and died for our country. The true reason for the holiday.

The previous week's weigh in was not good. I knew it wouldn't be because I was bloated really bad. Dad and I had also eaten out a few times, and when I thought I was making smart choices, the calorie counter showed me they were not.

With Noom Coach the orange check marks mean you stayed under calories and did your minimum number of steps for the day. The yellow check marks mean you either are under on steps or over on calories.

In my case, it was a little of both.

Not good.

I weighed in at 330.4 lbs. Ouch!

The following week I wanted to eat at home as much as possible. With my new job it is very easy to eat out. I often don't get home until really late. I'm tired by then, so eating out is easy to fall back on. The problem is that when you eat out, you can never be 100% sure of what you are eating. We did eat out once, BUT I planned it very carefully. I looked at the menu before going and chose what I would have, counted the calories, and all.

My two big goals were to eat at home and log EVERYTHING. Even if it meant going over on calories. It turned out being very successful. I didn't go over, and I lost 3.4 lbs.

I really like this app! A friend shared it with me.

It's a start. I'll take it!

The goal for this week - To keep logging and be more active. I am trying to walk or go swimming everyday. I also have a training session with one of the personal trainers at the church rec center on Thursday. I'm a little nervous about it because I am terribly out of shape. We'll see how it goes.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Starting Over... Again!

I have decided to start over again. To be honest, I am a little nervous to even be telling anyone that. How many times have I told you guys, "This is it! I'm starting over for good now," just to fail miserably? How many times have I told my family and friends the same thing?

I thought of not telling anyone. It would be less embarrassing that way. Then I remembered my whole reason for doing this blog - to be transparent. That is what made my blog successful in the first place. I was honest about every struggle. Then one day I stopped being honest... and that was a result of losing my weight loss battle. Instead of saying, "You know what? I'm failing at this," I played it off as though everything was fine. "I'm just busy." That was my excuse.

My wake up call on all this happened last Sunday morning. My Saturday ended up being a very busy day. I usually do my laundry on Saturday, but because of the busy schedule and activities planned, I didn't get to it until the next day. There I was standing in front of my closet before church, and I had a crying fit. A complete mental breakdown. Why? None of my clothes fit. I wore all my fat clothes for the week, and what was left in my closet were the beautiful, almost brand new clothes from 80 lbs. ago. I had a slew of things to wear, but I couldn't fit into any of them. I know a crying fit over something like that sounds crazy, but I wasn't crying over the clothes. I was crying because I let myself get so far from where I was. I was crying because it was a testament of just how badly I failed.

That was when it hit me that I need to change. This can't keep going. I can't keep getting bigger.

Below is where I currently stand with my weight. I am proud that I never made it back up to 346, BUT we all know things can easily head that direction if I don't get myself on some kind of plan.

Am I the only one who finds the "Time for a run!" at the bottom a little condescending?

The fact that almost half of me is fat is a absolutely terrifying. I'm like the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man - only with fat.

I also decided to redo my weight and pictures page on this blog. Below is my new starting picture:

Yes, I have "cankles." Sad, but true.

What I plan to do differently this time around:

I am not doing Weight Watchers. I love the program, and I know it works. It works well. I know because I lost 80 lbs. doing Weight Watchers. The problem is that I want this to be a lifestyle change. Whatever weight loss plan I use needs to be something I can do for the rest of my life. I don't know that I really want to pay all that money for Weight Watchers when I am 70. However, calorie counting can be done easily and for free at all times. The goal here is to learn real portion sizes, to pay attention to what food is made of, and to understand the calories going into my mouth.

I have decided to use an app called Noom Weight Loss Coach. There are a million free apps that do calorie counting. MyFitnessPal being the most popular. I chose this one for it's simplicity. It also has a pedometer that I don't really trust, but it's nice for those who chose to use it.
I downloaded the app, but never tracked anything Sunday. Hence the pedometer showing my steps.

It doesn't have all the bells and whistles that other apps have, but that's what I want. Simple. It does break your food into color categories, which I think it interesting. At the end of the day, you can see a graph that shows which colors you ate what percent of.

  • Green Foods - Foods are full of minerals, vitamins, and other healthy things. Low in calories and fat. The "good" food. This should be the majority of your diet.
  • Yellow Foods - Have some good nutritional value, Have a decent amount of calories. Not a "bad" food, but also not something you want to eat a huge amount of.
  • Red Foods - High in calories. High in fat. Not very nutritious. You can still eat them, but these foods should be limited.

I'm setting fitness goals for myself. I'm starting off slowly, but I know that exercise has to be a priority at some point. I hate exercise - with a passion. I doubt that will ever change. My new church has a recreation center that is free to church members. I am going to utilize this facility to help me reach my goals. The plan is to make simple goals at first - like being able to walk 1-2 miles again. Or later on - to make it through an hour Jazzercise class without dying. My goals will change as my fitness level grows.

I'm asking God for help. Not to sound like a religious freak, but I'm obviously not strong enough to do this on my own. Perhaps it would be a good time to ask God for guidance and strength to stick to my guns!

I'm focusing on me despite the stress of everyday life. I have this bad habit of putting everyone else before me. It's not a bad quality. In fact, people praise me for putting my family first. The problem is that it is easy to forget about yourself at times. When my Dad got sick last year, I forgot about me. I was so worried about him that I stopped taking care of myself. I gained weight. I quit exercising. I literally made myself sick. You can't do that to yourself. It's fine to take care of your family, but it's not fine to neglect yourself. I am now reaping the choices that were made at that time. Focusing on yourself doesn't have to mean ignoring family in a time of need. It means realizing in those tough times when your health has to be the priority. 

This is the plan for now. Maybe I will fail again. Who knows. I certainly hope not, but at least I am now being honest with myself and with all of you.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Thoughts on Virginina So Far

I have officially lived in Virginia for over two months now. People have been emailing me and asking how things are going. To sum it up:

Richmond (where I work) – I don’t like the city. I’m sorry. It’s not pretty, comfortable, or interesting to me at all. I keep trying to find reasons to like the city, but I haven’t found any yet. At first I was very interested in all the historical museums and sites, but after a while even that was no interest to me. They don’t have the sense of fun and community like Indianapolis has. Maybe that will change as summer comes. I certainly hope so.

Mechanicsville (where I live) – It’s tolerable. Once again, there is no sense of community or friendliness. Maybe it is bad luck, but the only people I have met so far are rude people. We had an especially bad experience with the greeter at Walmart, who refused my Dad once of those riding carts because “He doesn’t look like he needs one.” We wrote an official complaint about that one.

The Apartment – Terrible. If I could afford to break my lease, I would. We have maintenance out at least once a week, but they never really fix anything. It’s “half-assed” as my Dad would put it. The latest issues – the ceiling light in the kitchen is falling down, the dishwasher still doesn’t work, the dryer tube is plugged (fire hazard anyone?), the screen in the master bedroom has holes in it, bugs everywhere (spiders, ants, beetles, wood roaches, stink bugs), and the list goes on. I have to check the bathroom floor every morning before going in to pee or I may step on bugs. I can’t stand this place. We asked the apartment manager if she would call pest control and she refused. We finally went out and bought bug spray. It has helped some. I am starting to save money in the hopes of eventually breaking the lease. I don’t know if I will make it though. It’s a hefty fee to leave early. 

My job – I love it so far. This is good because it is the only thing keeping me from packing up and running away. There is definitely more responsibility. I am learning a lot about making decisions and leading in certain areas. The only thing that worries me is that I haven’t yet done any official revenue management training. I assume that will come with time since they probably think I am still ramping up on the supervisor end of things. If training doesn’t start by mid-summer I may say something. I’ve been doing group housing for about 3 years now, and I am ready to learn new job skills. Overall though, I do see this as being a good move for my career.

One of the hardest things for me to get used to was my new work schedule. It isn’t like Indy at all! I go in at 7am, but I may not go home until 6pm or after. It depends on the groups in house and what tasks need to be done. They have approved overtime for me, so I basically go home when I reach a stopping point. Sometimes I get to leave on time. Most of the time there is way too much to do, and I end up working 9 or 10 hour days. I didn’t realize it before, but the Richmond property gets a lot more business than Indy. We would get one massive 550 room group in Indy and be pretty busy. One huge resume and VIP list to work with. In Richmond, we may have smaller groups, but we have more of them. 10-15 smaller groups at one time – all of which needs resumes and VIP lists. It’s a much larger volume of work. Quite the challenge! I haven’t had a slow week since I got here, and I like that. They have also put me in charge of some of the small wedding blocks, which is fun. I love weddings.

Church – Dad and I joined a church last Sunday. Those of you who know me understand what a big deal that is. I vowed to never join a church again. However, I made a promise to God that if he helped me get a promotion, I would go back to church. He kept his end of the bargain, so it looks like I will need to keep mine. There are a ton of activities to get involved in. I think this may help both my father and I. We don’t like the area, but maybe if we meet new friends it can help make things more tolerable in the meantime.

Weight Loss – I haven’t been focusing like crazy on weight loss these last few months. With my long hours, I have gotten in the habit of eating vending machine snacks and eating dinner out. I have also started buying coffee in the morning, which is usually full of sugar and cream. Not good! My current weight is 325.8 lbs. Last week I went out and bought some healthy snacks to stash in my desk at work. This way I am not eating chocolate all day. Instead I have things like almonds, whole wheat crackers, and stuff like that. I also bought veggies and fruits, lean meats, and things that can be pre-cooked or cooked fast for dinner. Our goal is to eat at home all week. I also found out that my new church has a recreation center with a fitness club. The exercise center is free to church members. I am definitely going to look into using this. It would be a big step. Plus, Dad can go hang out in the cafĂ© or game room while I exercise if he wants to. That will give him a chance to socialize a little more.  I’m trying to get back on track. I was actually all the way back up to 335.6 in March, so I have lost a good 10 lbs. thus far.

Writing – I have once again started writing. Something different about Virginia is they have many more writing conferences than Indy. Some are in other states, but are in driving distance. I have already signed up for one in September. I’m looking forward to learning more and hopefully getting some short stories published later this year and early next year.

How are all of you doing? I’m sorry I don’t make the rounds and comment on everyone’s blogs anymore. I’ll try to get better at that.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

My Heart Is Broken

On Tuesday, one of my best friends lost her son. He was hit by a train while walking home from school.

My first reaction was complete disbelief. I thought... well he can't be dead. He's probably just hurt or something. Turns out the worst was true.

Then I read an article (here) of what happened. My reaction turned to anger.

Stupid, stupid kid! What were you thinking? 

But then I thought, "You were a stupid kid once too." I can't count the number of times I would play or walk along the railroad tracks. If you live in northwest Indiana, they are everywhere. Most kids walking home in my neighborhood alone, no matter which direction from school you walked, had to cross railroad tracks. We took life for granted. My sister and I would even climb in between the train cars. How completely stupid that was!

I can't be angry with Jeff. He was a your typical kid doing what a typical kid would do. Even the headphone thing. How many kids these days do we see running around with head phones on all the time?

My biggest concern is Jessica. She is a single mother. Jeffery was her entire world.

How do you console a person who has lost their entire world? I don't have the words to even attempt making sense of this for her. It doesn't make sense, and a large part of me is wondering how God could be so cruel.

I still remember when Jessica found out she was pregnant. She was terrified. She was young, single, broke, and absolutely scared shitless. But you know what? She turned into a terrific mother. I watched her work two and three jobs at a time to keep a roof over their heads and food on their table. 

The proof was in Jeffery. 

He was kind and loving. When he was younger, he always had a hug or a cuddle for everyone.

He was funny - always telling jokes and being silly. You couldn't be in the room very long without him making you laugh. Jessica and I would take him all kinds of places, and we would have a blast. He especially loved the beach and could spend all day there if you let him.

He was compassionate. We would do the Cancer Walk every year, and Jeff "got it." He may have been young, but he understood. He truly cared about other people. 

After moving to Indianapolis and now Virginia, I didn't get to see Jessica and Jeffery very much in person. We stayed in touch over Facebook and the phone. Jeff hit the teenage years and started to display the fun teenage tendencies we all love to hate. Even so, he never lost all those qualities we loved so much about him. You would want to strangle him one minute and give him a bear hug the next. I'm proud to say that he was turning into a very fine young man. There was so much potential, and I knew he was going to do great things.

It's hard to imaging that's all gone. The potential is gone. The great things will never happen. 13 years is all he got, and I can't help but think how unfair that is.

I really wish I would have taken the time to tell that kid how much I loved him. He would have had the normal 13 year old boy response - "Eww! That's gross" - but at least the words would have been said.

Rest in peace, Jeff. We're all going to miss you down here.

If you have a dollar or two to spare, please consider donating to this GoFundMe account for Jessica. She did not have any life insurance for her son and will need all the help she can get.

Monday, February 9, 2015

The Great Move of 2015

The move is over. Dad and I are officially living in Virginia. I apologize for not giving everyone updates sooner, but the first week was absolutely insane. This is the first time I have been able to sit down and really collect my thoughts.

Moving Day - 1

Our first day of moving did not start out well. I rented a U-Haul, but hired movers to load and unload the truck. Our first moving company started off poorly. They were 45 minutes late. I appreciated them calling to let me know they were stuck in traffic, but them being late already started us off behind schedule. To make matters worse, the two hour job that was quoted to me took four hours. Four hours!!! We hired the movers to arrive at 8 and be finished by 10. We didn't end up making it on the road until 1:30pm. Keep in mind that we had an almost 11 hour drive.

If you want to drive to Virginia without many mountains, I highly recommend taking I-70 out. The easiest way from Indianapolis is taking I-64. However, this route is very mountainous. You go through the major high mountains in West Virginia. Dad's defibrillator is set very sensitively, so he can't have many elevation changes. Because of this, a friend recommended 70 all the way over to Washington, D.C and cutting down to Virginia from there. Except for the really expensive tolls, it is a wonderful drive. You still go through mountains, but it isn't that terrible.

Unfortunately for us, we hit a snow storm in Pennsylvania. It was absolutely terrifying! They had complete whiteout conditions and the road was a skating rink. Our goal was to make it to Somerset, PA. The snow was so terrible, that Dad and I ended up pulling off in Washington, PA for the night. Instead of getting about 6.5 hours in the first day, we only got 5 hours.

Moving Day - 2

I don't think either one of us slept that night. We were so worried about making it to Richmond in time for the movers we had scheduled. I know I was pretty bleary eyed and living off coffee. Thank goodness the hotel had free breakfast in the morning.

When we woke the next morning, it had snowed about 4-5 inches, and it was still coming down. We hit the road at 7am and ended up driving in more snow for a good 3-4 hours. The good news was that the roads were treated at this point, so we made it mostly ok. The rest of the way was rain, and it was sunny by the time we hit Washington, D.C. and on into Virginia.

We got to the apartment complex around 3 and the movers came around 4. These movers were excellent. They got the entire truck unloaded in an hour. Plus, the asked which room to set things. They set up the beds for us. Top notch movers! I highly recommend them.

Overall, the drive was pretty terrible. I think it would be decent in the summer. 

The Apartment

I'm sad to say this, but I hate my apartment. I can do this for a year, but I will not renew a lease here.

To start off, the building manager lied to me. She went on this big speech about how they are an awesome place to live. They are easy because you can pay your rent online...blah blah. We arrived at 3:00. She handed us a checklist to mark off things that are wrong with the apartment, and we were told we had about 15 minutes to finish the checklist. Umm... ok. That's not enough time. Then when we returned to sign the lease, she informs me that they do not take credit cards. What? It's advertised on your website and in the emails yous sent me. I ended up on a wild hunt in Virginia trying to find someone who would give me a money order (long story).

Looking back, we should not have signed the lease. The problem is that we were essentially homeless at this point. If we didn't take the apartment, we had no roof over our heads... so we signed. Big mistake!!!

The apartment was absolutely filthy when we arrived. I didn't realize how filthy until I actually started unpacking. There was dried food in the refrigerator. The cabinets were dusty. The place smelled stuffy, like it had been closed up for a long time. There was hair in the bathroom sink and the tub actually had a dirty ring around it. The nastiest one -  a bug trapper in the bathroom cabinet filled with dead bugs. I am disgusted. They didn't clean a thing. There I am at 3:45, with movers arriving any minute, and my apartment is filthy. I did a mad dash through the apartment and cleaned what I could. The first night was spent scrubbing everything.

In the days after we have found one thing after another that is wrong. The hood fan doesn't work. The towel holders are falling down in both bathrooms. The windows and patio door leak air really bad. (I cringe to see our electric bill.) We found live bugs, which the maintenance man informed us were stink bugs and not roaches. Thank God! The heater is making a knocking noise. I tried to hang a picture on the wall and the whole freaking wall came peeling down. Apparently it's cheap dry wall.

The place is a nightmare!

The Job

I like my job so far, but it's a little overwhelming. They do things a lot differently at this hotel than they did in Indianapolis. The processes are similar, but different. I also need to get used to making decisions on my own. I'm used to asking permission to add rooms to a block - things like that. I sent an email to my revenue manager asking to change a room block and he responded with, "Well what do you think?" It shocked me for a minute until I realized it was my decision now. It really comes down to learning the new way of doing things. I think it will be a huge learning curve for me.

My coworkers are great and there are plenty of opportunities to grow and move up. I'm just hoping I catch on fast enough to not get in any trouble. That is my biggest fear. 

Richmond in General 

Richmond is starting to grow on me a little. I am enjoying the warmer weather and not having much snow. I have a slightly shorter commute to work, but only because I go in so early - 7am. If I go during the height of rush hour, it ends up being slightly longer.

There is a lot to do around here. Lots of historical spots and museums. Plus, we are only about an hour and forty-five minutes from Washington, D.C. I definitely want to see all the monuments and museums there as well.

Dad and I went to the Virginia Museum of Fine Art on Saturday. It's free! I was seriously amazed at how much stuff they have there. It makes Indy's museum look small. I want to go back for sure. Dad pooped out, so I didn't get to spend a lot of time. We sort of did a quick run through. I would actually like to go back and do the tour guide visit. I think it would be very beneficial.

I still miss Indiana. Virgina is fun, but it isn't home. It will do for a few years until I can move up and back home (corporate office is in Indiana). That's the goal!

Friday, January 23, 2015

Big News for 2015!

I promised myself to be more diligent about posting on my blog this year. Of course, I've already started off poorly. I would apologize, but I have a totally legit reason for ignoring you all. 

So you remember that big promotion I was hoping for? I got it!

My faith in the company completely paid off. The week before Christmas I interviewed for a group housing supervisor position and found out the Monday after Christmas that I got it. 

That's the good news. Along with an almost $2 raise an hour. This is going to help tremendously. 

The bad news is that the new position is in Richmond, Virginia. 

At first I was a little worried. I've never even visited Virginia before. I know absolutely nothing about it. Luckily I have several friends who lived in the area and even worked at the hotel I'm going to. They were great about explaining the city to me, recommending apartments to consider, and being honest about where we should move to (high crime areas v. safer areas). I ended up deciding on a a suburb of Richmond that will be about the same commute as what I already have. It's close to a really good hospital (about 5 mins) that will be perfect for my Dad to receive his healthcare. We picked out his doctors and everything. 

It will be slightly warmer weather, which I believe will be good for my Dad. He doesn't do well in the cold. I am also really excited about my new apartment complex. They have a swimming pool (SCORE!) and a really nice walking path through a sort of wooded area. They also have a big exercise room. I think it will be easier to stay active with so many choices and with weather be a little warmer. 

This has been my life the last few weeks. 

Minus the water. LOL! It was just sitting up there. 

I took the time to go through everything before packing. If it hasn't been used in the last 4 years we have lived in Indianapolis, then it isn't going to Virginia with us. I got rid of a lot of stuff. I even went through my Mom's cedar chest and finally split things between my sister and I. 

I really don't need this many doilies and pot holders. 

Nor do I need every single card or picture we ever drew Mom and Dad. I did keep a few of the favorite ones though.

I've done great at packing. It helped that I had a full month before moving. There are still a few last minute things to pack, but the majority of everything is done. I'm taking some things down to my sister this weekend that she wants. Plus, Goodwill is getting a bunch of stuff.

I will admit that I have this irrational fear that everything won't fit in our moving truck. My Dad keeps teasing me about it. The fear stems from our original move to Indy. Instead of hiring movers, we had friends help. They didn't know how to pack a truck correctly and were packing things in the clearly labeled Goodwill pile. We ended up with a huge mess and needed two trucks. All of that just to get to Indy and have to get rid of a bunch of stuff. 

I know that things will be different. For one, I'm being much more careful about what we pack. Secondly, I hired movers to load and unload. I'm pretty sure everything will be fine, but I will not be comfortable until the door is closed and everything is in.

We are taking a trip out to the cemetery on Sunday to say goodbye to Mom. Even though I know Mom isn't "in" the grave, I still sort of feel like I am abandoning her here. I never thought I would leave Indiana, so this is bittersweet.

I work until Wednesday, and the movers come at 8:00 AM Thursday morning.

On a side note, I started Weight Watchers again and am already down 5 lbs. When things calm down a little, I will update you on more.