I'm so very blessed

I'm so very blessed

Even though I've gone through some very dark days these past months and especially the last four weeks, I feel like I'm very blessed in so many ways.

I've been in Palm Springs the last five days on a Thanksgiving mini vacation. I'm staying with a very dear friend. She lives in the heart of Palm Springs in a beautiful home, complete with a pool and jacuzzi, and she makes the best margaritas I've ever tasted. In addition, she's a great listener. The past several days have been healing for me. This is something I really needed because the last year has been the most difficult and painful year of my life.

Last week, the day before Thanksgiving I was in court with my attorney for the extension of the temporary restraining order against my husband. My husband showed up in court and told the judge I was a liar and I didn't need protection from him. I am not a liar. Due to the seriousness of the charges in the domestic violence case and the evidence, the judge extended the temporary restraining order to one year.

At the same time, in front of the judge and a room full of people, my attorney served my husband with divorce papers.

That afternoon I received my Concealed Pistol License in the mail and then picked up my Sig Sauer P229 9mm pistol from the gun store. I shot 100 rounds in my new gun on the shooting range that day. This has to be one of the best guns I've ever handle. I tested over 20 rental pistols at the gun store on shooting range (free gun rental on ladies night and 1/2 off on the shooting bay). I don't know how many hundreds of rounds I shot with the rental pistols, but it was several. I'm a pretty good shot now and plan on continuing my training. I'm doing it for protection, but it's sort of fun too.

A girlfriend I work with wants to learn to shoot so we've signed up for a six-hour training class on December 30. I've already gone through personal one-on-one training with the instructor, for a 2-hour session, so I understand gun safety basics.

Diet and exercise haven't been at the top of my list this week, however, my girlfriend is tiny (size 4). She's my age so it's not because she's young and has a high metabolism. It's because she really watches what she eats. She eats very small amounts of food. I've been following her lead all week, and I've been a little hungry all the time. My downfall has been her fabulous margaritas.

Our Thanksgiving dinner was different and perfect. Even though she had invitations from friends to bring me along for their Thanksgiving feast, she decided that I might not quite be ready for a whirlwind of social activity. She was right. I cringed when she mentioned it. I had just flown in that morning and the thought of making pleasant small talk with strangers wasn't at the top of my list of things I wanted to do. Instead, we headed to downtown Palm Springs to her favorite new restaurant, Lulu's, and had lettuce chicken wraps (so good) and margaritas. Best Thanksgiving I've had in years!

The only exercise this week was a three-mile hike in Palm Canyon on Sunday. I thought I was going to die. It was "only" 85 degrees, but in the hot sun in the desert, I'm pretty sure it was more like 100 degrees. The trail was labeled "moderate", but they either made a mistake or we took the wrong trail, because it sure felt like "difficult" to us. The palm tree part of the hike was really pretty, but the desert part was killer, uphill with big boulders. It was the longest three miles of my life!

I'll post some pictures later this week, once I get home. I'm leaving on a flight this afternoon and it's back to work tomorrow.

Even though my marriage is over and I'm going through a divorce, and a domestic violence trial sometime during this next year, and probably selling our home soon, I'm very blessed to have wonderful friends in my life. Blessed to be able to feel the sun on my face. Blessed to be able to continue with my life. My near death experience three weeks ago has changed me forever. 

Postscript:  After publishing this post, I went back and read through your comments on my last post, the Divorce Diet. Wow. I thought most of them would be those annoying annonymous-I-want-to-sell-you-something comments. Instead, I read heartfelt advice and support. I'm touched. Thank you so very much. ~Diana

I'm so very blessed

I'm so very blessed

Even though I've gone through some very dark days these past months and especially the last four weeks, I feel like I'm very blessed in so many ways.

I've been in Palm Springs the last five days on a Thanksgiving mini vacation. I'm staying with a very dear friend. She lives in the heart of Palm Springs in a beautiful home, complete with a pool and jacuzzi, and she makes the best margaritas I've ever tasted. In addition, she's a great listener. The past several days have been healing for me. This is something I really needed because the last year has been the most difficult and painful year of my life.

Last week, the day before Thanksgiving I was in court with my attorney for the extension of the temporary restraining order against my husband. My husband showed up in court and told the judge I was a liar and I didn't need protection from him. I am not a liar. Due to the seriousness of the charges in the domestic violence case and the evidence, the judge extended the temporary restraining order to one year.

At the same time, in front of the judge and a room full of people, my attorney served my husband with divorce papers.

That afternoon I received my Concealed Pistol License in the mail and then picked up my Sig Sauer P229 9mm pistol from the gun store. I shot 100 rounds in my new gun on the shooting range that day. This has to be one of the best guns I've ever handle. I tested over 20 rental pistols at the gun store on shooting range (free gun rental on ladies night and 1/2 off on the shooting bay). I don't know how many hundreds of rounds I shot with the rental pistols, but it was several. I'm a pretty good shot now and plan on continuing my training. I'm doing it for protection, but it's sort of fun too.

A girlfriend I work with wants to learn to shoot so we've signed up for a six-hour training class on December 30. I've already gone through personal one-on-one training with the instructor, for a 2-hour session, so I understand gun safety basics.

Diet and exercise haven't been at the top of my list this week, however, my girlfriend is tiny (size 4). She's my age so it's not because she's young and has a high metabolism. It's because she really watches what she eats. She eats very small amounts of food. I've been following her lead all week, and I've been a little hungry all the time. My downfall has been her fabulous margaritas.

Our Thanksgiving dinner was different and perfect. Even though she had invitations from friends to bring me along for their Thanksgiving feast, she decided that I might not quite be ready for a whirlwind of social activity. She was right. I cringed when she mentioned it. I had just flown in that morning and the thought of making pleasant small talk with strangers wasn't at the top of my list of things I wanted to do. Instead, we headed to downtown Palm Springs to her favorite new restaurant, Lulu's, and had lettuce chicken wraps (so good) and margaritas. Best Thanksgiving I've had in years!

The only exercise this week was a three-mile hike in Palm Canyon on Sunday. I thought I was going to die. It was "only" 85 degrees, but in the hot sun in the desert, I'm pretty sure it was more like 100 degrees. The trail was labeled "moderate", but they either made a mistake or we took the wrong trail, because it sure felt like "difficult" to us. The palm tree part of the hike was really pretty, but the desert part was killer, uphill with big boulders. It was the longest three miles of my life!

I'll post some pictures later this week, once I get home. I'm leaving on a flight this afternoon and it's back to work tomorrow.

Even though my marriage is over and I'm going through a divorce, and a domestic violence trial sometime during this next year, and probably selling our home soon, I'm very blessed to have wonderful friends in my life. Blessed to be able to feel the sun on my face. Blessed to be able to continue with my life. My near death experience three weeks ago has changed me forever. 

Postscript:  After publishing this post, I went back and read through your comments on my last post, the Divorce Diet. Wow. I thought most of them would be those annoying annonymous-I-want-to-sell-you-something comments. Instead, I read heartfelt advice and support. I'm touched. Thank you so very much. ~Diana

The bad and the good

The bad and the good

The latest in a series of unfortunate events I won't go into too much detail on the events of last Thrusday and Friday, but it was a miserable experience for both my husband and myself. Mostly for him, but for me, being the one trying to help someone in agonizing pain, it was traumatic.
My husband had a partial root canal on a crack tooth on Wednesday. It was crack all the way to the end of the root. The dentist, a new one for my husband, said he would have to complete the root canal the following week. In hindsight we realize this was ridiculous. My husband should have seen an Endodontist, someone who specialized in saving cracked teeth with root canals, but we didn't know, and I guess the  new dentist didn't either. Less than 24 hours later my husband called me from his car, stuck in rush hour traffic and screaming with pain, trying to get to the dentist, a good hour drive from his office.
Long story short, by the time I got to him he thought he was having a heart attack but still insisted on going to his dentist. In hindsight I should have driven him straight to the hospital. Forty-five minutes later in the worst traffic ever we arrive at the dentist. My husband is now sure he's having a heart attack. The dentist immediately called 911, they transport him to ER.
They continually ask him his pain level on a scale of 0 - 10, he says it's a 12. They finally get enough pain meds in him to calm him down. His blood pressure drops to almost normal (it was 211/110 at the dentist's office). They kept him overnight for observation, and determined through additional tests and blood work that he did not have a heart attack.
He's currently on a very strong pain medicine, Dilaudid (7 times stronger than morphine) and now only has a dull throbbing in the tooth. He's also in a much more pleasant mood. I told him maybe he needs a permanent prescription of this stuff.
So that was Thursday and Friday. Two really rough days that neither of us have recovered from.
My father-in-law Two weeks ago today my father-in-law passed away. I have mixed feelings on this. I know my husband is devastated over it, but I just don't feel much of anything. I almost feel guilty about that, but I didn't have a relationship with him. I'm relieved he is no longer in pain, and relieved my husband doesn't have to fly to Denver ever weekend as he has done since Memorial Day weekend. It's been a very long, sad summer.
The cat with nine lives, Miss MookieWe talked to the neighbors that shot our cat. Really, it was my husband and the police that talked to them. I opted out of the conversation. They denied everything, but their 14-year kid target practices on the other side of the fence in our back yard. The 22-pellet gun he uses shoots the exact same type of pellet that is permanently lodges in Mookie's hip. It's hour-glass shaped. We have the x-ray that clearly shows an hour-glass shaped pelllet.
Regardless, they denied it so there's nothing else we can do. The Tacoma police were amazing. Two young, extremely good-looking officers showed up at our door when my husband called to report the incident.They were very kind and understanding, and they were as angry as we were over the shooting. After they talked to the neighbors, with my husband, they came back over to our house. The officers said the kid acted nervous and they're pretty sure he did it,  but they couldn't charge him with the crime. They said the family is on notice now and they really doubt anything like this will happen again. I hope they're right. Mookie is doing great. You'd never even know she had been shot. Still acts like a kitten and is as happy as can be.
The real purpose of this blog...WEIGHT LOSS!So it finally happened. I've had enough. I'm fed up with being fat, with my clothes not fitting, of trying to buy clothes in the fat ladies department where everything is ugly. I'm tired of feeling icky and tired. I'm tired of life passing me by. You know the feeling, when one day you wake up and go, I'm sick and tired of this and I'm going to do something about it.
The really weird thing is that my best friend emailed me on the exact day I had this thought, last Tuesday. She asked me if I would go back to Weight Watchers with her? Yes! A hundred times yes!
We had our first meeting yesterday, Saturday. The only bad thing was our favorite leader, Janis, wasn't there. Her daughter had gone into labor so she was at the hospital. No one even compares to her enthusiasm or sense of humor, so it was a boring meeting. Janis will be back next week, and we managed to get through the meeting.
We got the materials and sat through the little introduction for the Power Start, which was not impressive. I'm sure it's because the leader wasn't my favorite. I already lost the PowerStart tracking book for the first week, but I do everything online anyway. I really love the phone app and the scanner. I'd just started using those when I quit last time. This time I'm never going to quit. N-E-V-E-R.
My starting weight:  221.6 <---I could say a whole lot of bad stuff about this but I think the number speaks for itself.
ExerciseAlong with diet comes exercise. I've actually been doing a bit better lately in the exercise department. I went three times last week to the gym. Now that's no where near where I want to be but it's a vast improvement from the zero to maybe one or two times a week I had been going. It's really hard getting back into it, but there's really no option. I have to exercise. If I don't, I feel awful mentally and physically. I think for someone my age, 57, exercise just is NOT optional. If you don't use it, you lose it. Pushing my sister around in a wheelchair really brings it home that I do not want to ever wind up in a wheelchair.
On that note, my husband is napping (it's 4pm), so I'm going to go to the gym for a good workout. I feel great. Happy, energetic, and on track with my food. It's amazing what eating healthy for just 24 hours can do for a person.
Welcome back Diana.

I'm so very blessed

I'm so very blessed

Even though I've gone through some very dark days these past months and especially the last four weeks, I feel like I'm very blessed in so many ways.

I've been in Palm Springs the last five days on a Thanksgiving mini vacation. I'm staying with a very dear friend. She lives in the heart of Palm Springs in a beautiful home, complete with a pool and jacuzzi, and she makes the best margaritas I've ever tasted. In addition, she's a great listener. The past several days have been healing for me. This is something I really needed because the last year has been the most difficult and painful year of my life.

Last week, the day before Thanksgiving I was in court with my attorney for the extension of the temporary restraining order against my husband. My husband showed up in court and told the judge I was a liar and I didn't need protection from him. I am not a liar. Due to the seriousness of the charges in the domestic violence case and the evidence, the judge extended the temporary restraining order to one year.

At the same time, in front of the judge and a room full of people, my attorney served my husband with divorce papers.

That afternoon I received my Concealed Pistol License in the mail and then picked up my Sig Sauer P229 9mm pistol from the gun store. I shot 100 rounds in my new gun on the shooting range that day. This has to be one of the best guns I've ever handle. I tested over 20 rental pistols at the gun store on shooting range (free gun rental on ladies night and 1/2 off on the shooting bay). I don't know how many hundreds of rounds I shot with the rental pistols, but it was several. I'm a pretty good shot now and plan on continuing my training. I'm doing it for protection, but it's sort of fun too.

A girlfriend I work with wants to learn to shoot so we've signed up for a six-hour training class on December 30. I've already gone through personal one-on-one training with the instructor, for a 2-hour session, so I understand gun safety basics.

Diet and exercise haven't been at the top of my list this week, however, my girlfriend is tiny (size 4). She's my age so it's not because she's young and has a high metabolism. It's because she really watches what she eats. She eats very small amounts of food. I've been following her lead all week, and I've been a little hungry all the time. My downfall has been her fabulous margaritas.

Our Thanksgiving dinner was different and perfect. Even though she had invitations from friends to bring me along for their Thanksgiving feast, she decided that I might not quite be ready for a whirlwind of social activity. She was right. I cringed when she mentioned it. I had just flown in that morning and the thought of making pleasant small talk with strangers wasn't at the top of my list of things I wanted to do. Instead, we headed to downtown Palm Springs to her favorite new restaurant, Lulu's, and had lettuce chicken wraps (so good) and margaritas. Best Thanksgiving I've had in years!

The only exercise this week was a three-mile hike in Palm Canyon on Sunday. I thought I was going to die. It was "only" 85 degrees, but in the hot sun in the desert, I'm pretty sure it was more like 100 degrees. The trail was labeled "moderate", but they either made a mistake or we took the wrong trail, because it sure felt like "difficult" to us. The palm tree part of the hike was really pretty, but the desert part was killer, uphill with big boulders. It was the longest three miles of my life!

I'll post some pictures later this week, once I get home. I'm leaving on a flight this afternoon and it's back to work tomorrow.

Even though my marriage is over and I'm going through a divorce, and a domestic violence trial sometime during this next year, and probably selling our home soon, I'm very blessed to have wonderful friends in my life. Blessed to be able to feel the sun on my face. Blessed to be able to continue with my life. My near death experience three weeks ago has changed me forever. 

Postscript:  After publishing this post, I went back and read through your comments on my last post, the Divorce Diet. Wow. I thought most of them would be those annoying annonymous-I-want-to-sell-you-something comments. Instead, I read heartfelt advice and support. I'm touched. Thank you so very much. ~Diana

I'm so very blessed

I'm so very blessed

Even though I've gone through some very dark days these past months and especially the last four weeks, I feel like I'm very blessed in so many ways.

I've been in Palm Springs the last five days on a Thanksgiving mini vacation. I'm staying with a very dear friend. She lives in the heart of Palm Springs in a beautiful home, complete with a pool and jacuzzi, and she makes the best margaritas I've ever tasted. In addition, she's a great listener. The past several days have been healing for me. This is something I really needed because the last year has been the most difficult and painful year of my life.

Last week, the day before Thanksgiving I was in court with my attorney for the extension of the temporary restraining order against my husband. My husband showed up in court and told the judge I was a liar and I didn't need protection from him. I am not a liar. Due to the seriousness of the charges in the domestic violence case and the evidence, the judge extended the temporary restraining order to one year.

At the same time, in front of the judge and a room full of people, my attorney served my husband with divorce papers.

That afternoon I received my Concealed Pistol License in the mail and then picked up my Sig Sauer P229 9mm pistol from the gun store. I shot 100 rounds in my new gun on the shooting range that day. This has to be one of the best guns I've ever handle. I tested over 20 rental pistols at the gun store on shooting range (free gun rental on ladies night and 1/2 off on the shooting bay). I don't know how many hundreds of rounds I shot with the rental pistols, but it was several. I'm a pretty good shot now and plan on continuing my training. I'm doing it for protection, but it's sort of fun too.

A girlfriend I work with wants to learn to shoot so we've signed up for a six-hour training class on December 30. I've already gone through personal one-on-one training with the instructor, for a 2-hour session, so I understand gun safety basics.

Diet and exercise haven't been at the top of my list this week, however, my girlfriend is tiny (size 4). She's my age so it's not because she's young and has a high metabolism. It's because she really watches what she eats. She eats very small amounts of food. I've been following her lead all week, and I've been a little hungry all the time. My downfall has been her fabulous margaritas.

Our Thanksgiving dinner was different and perfect. Even though she had invitations from friends to bring me along for their Thanksgiving feast, she decided that I might not quite be ready for a whirlwind of social activity. She was right. I cringed when she mentioned it. I had just flown in that morning and the thought of making pleasant small talk with strangers wasn't at the top of my list of things I wanted to do. Instead, we headed to downtown Palm Springs to her favorite new restaurant, Lulu's, and had lettuce chicken wraps (so good) and margaritas. Best Thanksgiving I've had in years!

The only exercise this week was a three-mile hike in Palm Canyon on Sunday. I thought I was going to die. It was "only" 85 degrees, but in the hot sun in the desert, I'm pretty sure it was more like 100 degrees. The trail was labeled "moderate", but they either made a mistake or we took the wrong trail, because it sure felt like "difficult" to us. The palm tree part of the hike was really pretty, but the desert part was killer, uphill with big boulders. It was the longest three miles of my life!

I'll post some pictures later this week, once I get home. I'm leaving on a flight this afternoon and it's back to work tomorrow.

Even though my marriage is over and I'm going through a divorce, and a domestic violence trial sometime during this next year, and probably selling our home soon, I'm very blessed to have wonderful friends in my life. Blessed to be able to feel the sun on my face. Blessed to be able to continue with my life. My near death experience three weeks ago has changed me forever. 

Postscript:  After publishing this post, I went back and read through your comments on my last post, the Divorce Diet. Wow. I thought most of them would be those annoying annonymous-I-want-to-sell-you-something comments. Instead, I read heartfelt advice and support. I'm touched. Thank you so very much. ~Diana

The bad and the good

The bad and the good

The latest in a series of unfortunate events I won't go into too much detail on the events of last Thrusday and Friday, but it was a miserable experience for both my husband and myself. Mostly for him, but for me, being the one trying to help someone in agonizing pain, it was traumatic.
My husband had a partial root canal on a crack tooth on Wednesday. It was crack all the way to the end of the root. The dentist, a new one for my husband, said he would have to complete the root canal the following week. In hindsight we realize this was ridiculous. My husband should have seen an Endodontist, someone who specialized in saving cracked teeth with root canals, but we didn't know, and I guess the  new dentist didn't either. Less than 24 hours later my husband called me from his car, stuck in rush hour traffic and screaming with pain, trying to get to the dentist, a good hour drive from his office.
Long story short, by the time I got to him he thought he was having a heart attack but still insisted on going to his dentist. In hindsight I should have driven him straight to the hospital. Forty-five minutes later in the worst traffic ever we arrive at the dentist. My husband is now sure he's having a heart attack. The dentist immediately called 911, they transport him to ER.
They continually ask him his pain level on a scale of 0 - 10, he says it's a 12. They finally get enough pain meds in him to calm him down. His blood pressure drops to almost normal (it was 211/110 at the dentist's office). They kept him overnight for observation, and determined through additional tests and blood work that he did not have a heart attack.
He's currently on a very strong pain medicine, Dilaudid (7 times stronger than morphine) and now only has a dull throbbing in the tooth. He's also in a much more pleasant mood. I told him maybe he needs a permanent prescription of this stuff.
So that was Thursday and Friday. Two really rough days that neither of us have recovered from.
My father-in-law Two weeks ago today my father-in-law passed away. I have mixed feelings on this. I know my husband is devastated over it, but I just don't feel much of anything. I almost feel guilty about that, but I didn't have a relationship with him. I'm relieved he is no longer in pain, and relieved my husband doesn't have to fly to Denver ever weekend as he has done since Memorial Day weekend. It's been a very long, sad summer.
The cat with nine lives, Miss MookieWe talked to the neighbors that shot our cat. Really, it was my husband and the police that talked to them. I opted out of the conversation. They denied everything, but their 14-year kid target practices on the other side of the fence in our back yard. The 22-pellet gun he uses shoots the exact same type of pellet that is permanently lodges in Mookie's hip. It's hour-glass shaped. We have the x-ray that clearly shows an hour-glass shaped pelllet.
Regardless, they denied it so there's nothing else we can do. The Tacoma police were amazing. Two young, extremely good-looking officers showed up at our door when my husband called to report the incident.They were very kind and understanding, and they were as angry as we were over the shooting. After they talked to the neighbors, with my husband, they came back over to our house. The officers said the kid acted nervous and they're pretty sure he did it,  but they couldn't charge him with the crime. They said the family is on notice now and they really doubt anything like this will happen again. I hope they're right. Mookie is doing great. You'd never even know she had been shot. Still acts like a kitten and is as happy as can be.
The real purpose of this blog...WEIGHT LOSS!So it finally happened. I've had enough. I'm fed up with being fat, with my clothes not fitting, of trying to buy clothes in the fat ladies department where everything is ugly. I'm tired of feeling icky and tired. I'm tired of life passing me by. You know the feeling, when one day you wake up and go, I'm sick and tired of this and I'm going to do something about it.
The really weird thing is that my best friend emailed me on the exact day I had this thought, last Tuesday. She asked me if I would go back to Weight Watchers with her? Yes! A hundred times yes!
We had our first meeting yesterday, Saturday. The only bad thing was our favorite leader, Janis, wasn't there. Her daughter had gone into labor so she was at the hospital. No one even compares to her enthusiasm or sense of humor, so it was a boring meeting. Janis will be back next week, and we managed to get through the meeting.
We got the materials and sat through the little introduction for the Power Start, which was not impressive. I'm sure it's because the leader wasn't my favorite. I already lost the PowerStart tracking book for the first week, but I do everything online anyway. I really love the phone app and the scanner. I'd just started using those when I quit last time. This time I'm never going to quit. N-E-V-E-R.
My starting weight:  221.6 <---I could say a whole lot of bad stuff about this but I think the number speaks for itself.
ExerciseAlong with diet comes exercise. I've actually been doing a bit better lately in the exercise department. I went three times last week to the gym. Now that's no where near where I want to be but it's a vast improvement from the zero to maybe one or two times a week I had been going. It's really hard getting back into it, but there's really no option. I have to exercise. If I don't, I feel awful mentally and physically. I think for someone my age, 57, exercise just is NOT optional. If you don't use it, you lose it. Pushing my sister around in a wheelchair really brings it home that I do not want to ever wind up in a wheelchair.
On that note, my husband is napping (it's 4pm), so I'm going to go to the gym for a good workout. I feel great. Happy, energetic, and on track with my food. It's amazing what eating healthy for just 24 hours can do for a person.
Welcome back Diana.

I'm so very blessed

I'm so very blessed

Even though I've gone through some very dark days these past months and especially the last four weeks, I feel like I'm very blessed in so many ways.

I've been in Palm Springs the last five days on a Thanksgiving mini vacation. I'm staying with a very dear friend. She lives in the heart of Palm Springs in a beautiful home, complete with a pool and jacuzzi, and she makes the best margaritas I've ever tasted. In addition, she's a great listener. The past several days have been healing for me. This is something I really needed because the last year has been the most difficult and painful year of my life.

Last week, the day before Thanksgiving I was in court with my attorney for the extension of the temporary restraining order against my husband. My husband showed up in court and told the judge I was a liar and I didn't need protection from him. I am not a liar. Due to the seriousness of the charges in the domestic violence case and the evidence, the judge extended the temporary restraining order to one year.

At the same time, in front of the judge and a room full of people, my attorney served my husband with divorce papers.

That afternoon I received my Concealed Pistol License in the mail and then picked up my Sig Sauer P229 9mm pistol from the gun store. I shot 100 rounds in my new gun on the shooting range that day. This has to be one of the best guns I've ever handle. I tested over 20 rental pistols at the gun store on shooting range (free gun rental on ladies night and 1/2 off on the shooting bay). I don't know how many hundreds of rounds I shot with the rental pistols, but it was several. I'm a pretty good shot now and plan on continuing my training. I'm doing it for protection, but it's sort of fun too.

A girlfriend I work with wants to learn to shoot so we've signed up for a six-hour training class on December 30. I've already gone through personal one-on-one training with the instructor, for a 2-hour session, so I understand gun safety basics.

Diet and exercise haven't been at the top of my list this week, however, my girlfriend is tiny (size 4). She's my age so it's not because she's young and has a high metabolism. It's because she really watches what she eats. She eats very small amounts of food. I've been following her lead all week, and I've been a little hungry all the time. My downfall has been her fabulous margaritas.

Our Thanksgiving dinner was different and perfect. Even though she had invitations from friends to bring me along for their Thanksgiving feast, she decided that I might not quite be ready for a whirlwind of social activity. She was right. I cringed when she mentioned it. I had just flown in that morning and the thought of making pleasant small talk with strangers wasn't at the top of my list of things I wanted to do. Instead, we headed to downtown Palm Springs to her favorite new restaurant, Lulu's, and had lettuce chicken wraps (so good) and margaritas. Best Thanksgiving I've had in years!

The only exercise this week was a three-mile hike in Palm Canyon on Sunday. I thought I was going to die. It was "only" 85 degrees, but in the hot sun in the desert, I'm pretty sure it was more like 100 degrees. The trail was labeled "moderate", but they either made a mistake or we took the wrong trail, because it sure felt like "difficult" to us. The palm tree part of the hike was really pretty, but the desert part was killer, uphill with big boulders. It was the longest three miles of my life!

I'll post some pictures later this week, once I get home. I'm leaving on a flight this afternoon and it's back to work tomorrow.

Even though my marriage is over and I'm going through a divorce, and a domestic violence trial sometime during this next year, and probably selling our home soon, I'm very blessed to have wonderful friends in my life. Blessed to be able to feel the sun on my face. Blessed to be able to continue with my life. My near death experience three weeks ago has changed me forever. 

Postscript:  After publishing this post, I went back and read through your comments on my last post, the Divorce Diet. Wow. I thought most of them would be those annoying annonymous-I-want-to-sell-you-something comments. Instead, I read heartfelt advice and support. I'm touched. Thank you so very much. ~Diana

I'm so very blessed

I'm so very blessed

Even though I've gone through some very dark days these past months and especially the last four weeks, I feel like I'm very blessed in so many ways.

I've been in Palm Springs the last five days on a Thanksgiving mini vacation. I'm staying with a very dear friend. She lives in the heart of Palm Springs in a beautiful home, complete with a pool and jacuzzi, and she makes the best margaritas I've ever tasted. In addition, she's a great listener. The past several days have been healing for me. This is something I really needed because the last year has been the most difficult and painful year of my life.

Last week, the day before Thanksgiving I was in court with my attorney for the extension of the temporary restraining order against my husband. My husband showed up in court and told the judge I was a liar and I didn't need protection from him. I am not a liar. Due to the seriousness of the charges in the domestic violence case and the evidence, the judge extended the temporary restraining order to one year.

At the same time, in front of the judge and a room full of people, my attorney served my husband with divorce papers.

That afternoon I received my Concealed Pistol License in the mail and then picked up my Sig Sauer P229 9mm pistol from the gun store. I shot 100 rounds in my new gun on the shooting range that day. This has to be one of the best guns I've ever handle. I tested over 20 rental pistols at the gun store on shooting range (free gun rental on ladies night and 1/2 off on the shooting bay). I don't know how many hundreds of rounds I shot with the rental pistols, but it was several. I'm a pretty good shot now and plan on continuing my training. I'm doing it for protection, but it's sort of fun too.

A girlfriend I work with wants to learn to shoot so we've signed up for a six-hour training class on December 30. I've already gone through personal one-on-one training with the instructor, for a 2-hour session, so I understand gun safety basics.

Diet and exercise haven't been at the top of my list this week, however, my girlfriend is tiny (size 4). She's my age so it's not because she's young and has a high metabolism. It's because she really watches what she eats. She eats very small amounts of food. I've been following her lead all week, and I've been a little hungry all the time. My downfall has been her fabulous margaritas.

Our Thanksgiving dinner was different and perfect. Even though she had invitations from friends to bring me along for their Thanksgiving feast, she decided that I might not quite be ready for a whirlwind of social activity. She was right. I cringed when she mentioned it. I had just flown in that morning and the thought of making pleasant small talk with strangers wasn't at the top of my list of things I wanted to do. Instead, we headed to downtown Palm Springs to her favorite new restaurant, Lulu's, and had lettuce chicken wraps (so good) and margaritas. Best Thanksgiving I've had in years!

The only exercise this week was a three-mile hike in Palm Canyon on Sunday. I thought I was going to die. It was "only" 85 degrees, but in the hot sun in the desert, I'm pretty sure it was more like 100 degrees. The trail was labeled "moderate", but they either made a mistake or we took the wrong trail, because it sure felt like "difficult" to us. The palm tree part of the hike was really pretty, but the desert part was killer, uphill with big boulders. It was the longest three miles of my life!

I'll post some pictures later this week, once I get home. I'm leaving on a flight this afternoon and it's back to work tomorrow.

Even though my marriage is over and I'm going through a divorce, and a domestic violence trial sometime during this next year, and probably selling our home soon, I'm very blessed to have wonderful friends in my life. Blessed to be able to feel the sun on my face. Blessed to be able to continue with my life. My near death experience three weeks ago has changed me forever. 

Postscript:  After publishing this post, I went back and read through your comments on my last post, the Divorce Diet. Wow. I thought most of them would be those annoying annonymous-I-want-to-sell-you-something comments. Instead, I read heartfelt advice and support. I'm touched. Thank you so very much. ~Diana

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The bad and the good

The bad and the good

The latest in a series of unfortunate events I won't go into too much detail on the events of last Thrusday and Friday, but it was a miserable experience for both my husband and myself. Mostly for him, but for me, being the one trying to help someone in agonizing pain, it was traumatic.
My husband had a partial root canal on a crack tooth on Wednesday. It was crack all the way to the end of the root. The dentist, a new one for my husband, said he would have to complete the root canal the following week. In hindsight we realize this was ridiculous. My husband should have seen an Endodontist, someone who specialized in saving cracked teeth with root canals, but we didn't know, and I guess the  new dentist didn't either. Less than 24 hours later my husband called me from his car, stuck in rush hour traffic and screaming with pain, trying to get to the dentist, a good hour drive from his office.
Long story short, by the time I got to him he thought he was having a heart attack but still insisted on going to his dentist. In hindsight I should have driven him straight to the hospital. Forty-five minutes later in the worst traffic ever we arrive at the dentist. My husband is now sure he's having a heart attack. The dentist immediately called 911, they transport him to ER.
They continually ask him his pain level on a scale of 0 - 10, he says it's a 12. They finally get enough pain meds in him to calm him down. His blood pressure drops to almost normal (it was 211/110 at the dentist's office). They kept him overnight for observation, and determined through additional tests and blood work that he did not have a heart attack.
He's currently on a very strong pain medicine, Dilaudid (7 times stronger than morphine) and now only has a dull throbbing in the tooth. He's also in a much more pleasant mood. I told him maybe he needs a permanent prescription of this stuff.
So that was Thursday and Friday. Two really rough days that neither of us have recovered from.
My father-in-law Two weeks ago today my father-in-law passed away. I have mixed feelings on this. I know my husband is devastated over it, but I just don't feel much of anything. I almost feel guilty about that, but I didn't have a relationship with him. I'm relieved he is no longer in pain, and relieved my husband doesn't have to fly to Denver ever weekend as he has done since Memorial Day weekend. It's been a very long, sad summer.
The cat with nine lives, Miss MookieWe talked to the neighbors that shot our cat. Really, it was my husband and the police that talked to them. I opted out of the conversation. They denied everything, but their 14-year kid target practices on the other side of the fence in our back yard. The 22-pellet gun he uses shoots the exact same type of pellet that is permanently lodges in Mookie's hip. It's hour-glass shaped. We have the x-ray that clearly shows an hour-glass shaped pelllet.
Regardless, they denied it so there's nothing else we can do. The Tacoma police were amazing. Two young, extremely good-looking officers showed up at our door when my husband called to report the incident.They were very kind and understanding, and they were as angry as we were over the shooting. After they talked to the neighbors, with my husband, they came back over to our house. The officers said the kid acted nervous and they're pretty sure he did it,  but they couldn't charge him with the crime. They said the family is on notice now and they really doubt anything like this will happen again. I hope they're right. Mookie is doing great. You'd never even know she had been shot. Still acts like a kitten and is as happy as can be.
The real purpose of this blog...WEIGHT LOSS!So it finally happened. I've had enough. I'm fed up with being fat, with my clothes not fitting, of trying to buy clothes in the fat ladies department where everything is ugly. I'm tired of feeling icky and tired. I'm tired of life passing me by. You know the feeling, when one day you wake up and go, I'm sick and tired of this and I'm going to do something about it.
The really weird thing is that my best friend emailed me on the exact day I had this thought, last Tuesday. She asked me if I would go back to Weight Watchers with her? Yes! A hundred times yes!
We had our first meeting yesterday, Saturday. The only bad thing was our favorite leader, Janis, wasn't there. Her daughter had gone into labor so she was at the hospital. No one even compares to her enthusiasm or sense of humor, so it was a boring meeting. Janis will be back next week, and we managed to get through the meeting.
We got the materials and sat through the little introduction for the Power Start, which was not impressive. I'm sure it's because the leader wasn't my favorite. I already lost the PowerStart tracking book for the first week, but I do everything online anyway. I really love the phone app and the scanner. I'd just started using those when I quit last time. This time I'm never going to quit. N-E-V-E-R.
My starting weight:  221.6 <---I could say a whole lot of bad stuff about this but I think the number speaks for itself.
ExerciseAlong with diet comes exercise. I've actually been doing a bit better lately in the exercise department. I went three times last week to the gym. Now that's no where near where I want to be but it's a vast improvement from the zero to maybe one or two times a week I had been going. It's really hard getting back into it, but there's really no option. I have to exercise. If I don't, I feel awful mentally and physically. I think for someone my age, 57, exercise just is NOT optional. If you don't use it, you lose it. Pushing my sister around in a wheelchair really brings it home that I do not want to ever wind up in a wheelchair.
On that note, my husband is napping (it's 4pm), so I'm going to go to the gym for a good workout. I feel great. Happy, energetic, and on track with my food. It's amazing what eating healthy for just 24 hours can do for a person.
Welcome back Diana.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

I'm back....

I'm back....

It's been almost two months since my last post on Sept 2. It's been a very rough two months.

My marriage, which has had it's ups and downs over the years, reached a new low the past several weeks. It became so bad that I had a consultation with a divorce attorney. I learned some very disturbing things from her regarding what would happen to me financially. Without going into a lot of details, if I divorce it will destroy any hopes I had of a financially sound retirement. This is something I've worked towards for a very long time (I'm 57 and have been with the same company for 29 years). I've never felt more helpless and hopeless in my entire life to find out that everything I've worked for will be gone (well, more accurately, 50% will be gone).

I've still haven't decided what to do. After a weekend in a hotel, then seeing the attorney,  I returned home. It hasn't been pleasant. My husband changed the locks on the doors. I had to hire a locksmith to get back into my own house and have a police escort. That's just how bad it got.

After my father-in-law passed away the end of August, my husband lost his job the next week. During the same week he lost his job he fell off a ladder and broke his leg. It was a severe break that required surgery with screws and a steel plate. There's a lot more to this story than you're reading here, but some other things happened that caused our marriage to break beyond repair.

That, in a nutshell, is what's been going on with me. If you think your life is bad, just step into mine for a few days. You'll appreciate what you have.

Add to the above that I haven't even been near the gym in two months, I feel physically ill. I lost ten pounds and am down to 210, but it was from stress. I didn't lose it by eating healthy, but by being so freaked out about my life that I just didn't pay a lot of attention to food.

My plan the next few weeks is to just take it a day at a time. I can't walk around in a constant state of freak out. Tomorrow morning I'm hitting the gym in attempt to at least get some semblance of normalcy back into my life.

By the way, I'm dressing up as Nurse Ratched for Halloween. It just seems to appropriate. Remember this post, it was from October 24, 2008.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

I'm back....

I'm back....

It's been almost two months since my last post on Sept 2. It's been a very rough two months.

My marriage, which has had it's ups and downs over the years, reached a new low the past several weeks. It became so bad that I had a consultation with a divorce attorney. I learned some very disturbing things from her regarding what would happen to me financially. Without going into a lot of details, if I divorce it will destroy any hopes I had of a financially sound retirement. This is something I've worked towards for a very long time (I'm 57 and have been with the same company for 29 years). I've never felt more helpless and hopeless in my entire life to find out that everything I've worked for will be gone (well, more accurately, 50% will be gone).

I've still haven't decided what to do. After a weekend in a hotel, then seeing the attorney,  I returned home. It hasn't been pleasant. My husband changed the locks on the doors. I had to hire a locksmith to get back into my own house and have a police escort. That's just how bad it got.

After my father-in-law passed away the end of August, my husband lost his job the next week. During the same week he lost his job he fell off a ladder and broke his leg. It was a severe break that required surgery with screws and a steel plate. There's a lot more to this story than you're reading here, but some other things happened that caused our marriage to break beyond repair.

That, in a nutshell, is what's been going on with me. If you think your life is bad, just step into mine for a few days. You'll appreciate what you have.

Add to the above that I haven't even been near the gym in two months, I feel physically ill. I lost ten pounds and am down to 210, but it was from stress. I didn't lose it by eating healthy, but by being so freaked out about my life that I just didn't pay a lot of attention to food.

My plan the next few weeks is to just take it a day at a time. I can't walk around in a constant state of freak out. Tomorrow morning I'm hitting the gym in attempt to at least get some semblance of normalcy back into my life.

By the way, I'm dressing up as Nurse Ratched for Halloween. It just seems to appropriate. Remember this post, it was from October 24, 2008.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The Divorce Diet

The Divorce Diet

Things in my marriage went from bad to beyond horrible. I can't write a lot about what happened because there's a criminal trial in January. I don't want to take a chance that anything I write somehow gets back to my soon to be ex-husband.

I've retained a divorce attorney and am working on getting the massive amount of paperwork together for the attorney.

My husband is living somewhere else. He was in jail for three days, but managed to post bail. I have no idea where he is now but he can't come with in 1,000 feet of me without a police escort. Of course, I'm not an idiot (in spite of what he has told me for 24 years). I know the TRO and no-contact order are just pieces of paper.

In a way, what happened to me last week at the hands of my husband, as traumatic and painful and as it was, turned out to be the best thing that could happen to me. It made me realize and accept that I'm married to a lunatic. The only thing I can do is get out while I still have my life. 

I've been eating very healthy. I went to the gym yesterday. The first time in three months. I have a new reason to get healthy and strong. The next time a man attacks me with his hands and a gun, I want to at least have a fighting chance. I don't want to feel weak and helpless.

I'm learning to shoot a gun. I grew up in Alaska so I know gun basics, but I haven't shot a gun since I was 12 years old.  I joined the shooting range and have been there three times this week. I took a 2-hour safety class with an instructor at the shooting range. The first hour was how to protect myself and avoid an attack. The second hour was gun basics and how to shoot. I've been back twice to target practice and get use to handling a gun. I purchased a gun, but there's a 10-day waiting period (six more days). I've also applied for my concealed weapons permit but there's a thirty day waiting period for it. I own a .44 Ruger Super Blackhawk pistol. My dad used it when he would hunt moose as protection from Grizzly bears. I practice with that but also the shooting range has many rental guns to use for practice.

I have plans to take Krav Maga classes, the official self defense system of the Israeli Defense Forces. Basically, it's how to fight back doing whatever it takes to protect yourself. I'm going to check out more about the classes this weekend.

I weigh 210 and by the first of the year I plan to be in the 190's. I've already decided I don't ever want to weigh 125 or 135. I'm thinking 155-160, but only if I can maintain a large amount of muscle mass at that weight. It's no longer how I look in my clothes or looking cute. It's now all about being as strong and powerful as possible. 

My whole life has change, but please don't pity me. I'm sure you're thinking,"oh poor Diana!". Yes, poor Diana for taking 24 years of abuse from a crazy man, but I'm different now. A loaded gun to my head has changed me. I'm in survival mode now. I will get through this, and I will not let him win by killing me.

The bad and the good

The bad and the good

The latest in a series of unfortunate events I won't go into too much detail on the events of last Thrusday and Friday, but it was a miserable experience for both my husband and myself. Mostly for him, but for me, being the one trying to help someone in agonizing pain, it was traumatic.
My husband had a partial root canal on a crack tooth on Wednesday. It was crack all the way to the end of the root. The dentist, a new one for my husband, said he would have to complete the root canal the following week. In hindsight we realize this was ridiculous. My husband should have seen an Endodontist, someone who specialized in saving cracked teeth with root canals, but we didn't know, and I guess the  new dentist didn't either. Less than 24 hours later my husband called me from his car, stuck in rush hour traffic and screaming with pain, trying to get to the dentist, a good hour drive from his office.
Long story short, by the time I got to him he thought he was having a heart attack but still insisted on going to his dentist. In hindsight I should have driven him straight to the hospital. Forty-five minutes later in the worst traffic ever we arrive at the dentist. My husband is now sure he's having a heart attack. The dentist immediately called 911, they transport him to ER.
They continually ask him his pain level on a scale of 0 - 10, he says it's a 12. They finally get enough pain meds in him to calm him down. His blood pressure drops to almost normal (it was 211/110 at the dentist's office). They kept him overnight for observation, and determined through additional tests and blood work that he did not have a heart attack.
He's currently on a very strong pain medicine, Dilaudid (7 times stronger than morphine) and now only has a dull throbbing in the tooth. He's also in a much more pleasant mood. I told him maybe he needs a permanent prescription of this stuff.
So that was Thursday and Friday. Two really rough days that neither of us have recovered from.
My father-in-law Two weeks ago today my father-in-law passed away. I have mixed feelings on this. I know my husband is devastated over it, but I just don't feel much of anything. I almost feel guilty about that, but I didn't have a relationship with him. I'm relieved he is no longer in pain, and relieved my husband doesn't have to fly to Denver ever weekend as he has done since Memorial Day weekend. It's been a very long, sad summer.
The cat with nine lives, Miss MookieWe talked to the neighbors that shot our cat. Really, it was my husband and the police that talked to them. I opted out of the conversation. They denied everything, but their 14-year kid target practices on the other side of the fence in our back yard. The 22-pellet gun he uses shoots the exact same type of pellet that is permanently lodges in Mookie's hip. It's hour-glass shaped. We have the x-ray that clearly shows an hour-glass shaped pelllet.
Regardless, they denied it so there's nothing else we can do. The Tacoma police were amazing. Two young, extremely good-looking officers showed up at our door when my husband called to report the incident.They were very kind and understanding, and they were as angry as we were over the shooting. After they talked to the neighbors, with my husband, they came back over to our house. The officers said the kid acted nervous and they're pretty sure he did it,  but they couldn't charge him with the crime. They said the family is on notice now and they really doubt anything like this will happen again. I hope they're right. Mookie is doing great. You'd never even know she had been shot. Still acts like a kitten and is as happy as can be.
The real purpose of this blog...WEIGHT LOSS!So it finally happened. I've had enough. I'm fed up with being fat, with my clothes not fitting, of trying to buy clothes in the fat ladies department where everything is ugly. I'm tired of feeling icky and tired. I'm tired of life passing me by. You know the feeling, when one day you wake up and go, I'm sick and tired of this and I'm going to do something about it.
The really weird thing is that my best friend emailed me on the exact day I had this thought, last Tuesday. She asked me if I would go back to Weight Watchers with her? Yes! A hundred times yes!
We had our first meeting yesterday, Saturday. The only bad thing was our favorite leader, Janis, wasn't there. Her daughter had gone into labor so she was at the hospital. No one even compares to her enthusiasm or sense of humor, so it was a boring meeting. Janis will be back next week, and we managed to get through the meeting.
We got the materials and sat through the little introduction for the Power Start, which was not impressive. I'm sure it's because the leader wasn't my favorite. I already lost the PowerStart tracking book for the first week, but I do everything online anyway. I really love the phone app and the scanner. I'd just started using those when I quit last time. This time I'm never going to quit. N-E-V-E-R.
My starting weight:  221.6 <---I could say a whole lot of bad stuff about this but I think the number speaks for itself.
ExerciseAlong with diet comes exercise. I've actually been doing a bit better lately in the exercise department. I went three times last week to the gym. Now that's no where near where I want to be but it's a vast improvement from the zero to maybe one or two times a week I had been going. It's really hard getting back into it, but there's really no option. I have to exercise. If I don't, I feel awful mentally and physically. I think for someone my age, 57, exercise just is NOT optional. If you don't use it, you lose it. Pushing my sister around in a wheelchair really brings it home that I do not want to ever wind up in a wheelchair.
On that note, my husband is napping (it's 4pm), so I'm going to go to the gym for a good workout. I feel great. Happy, energetic, and on track with my food. It's amazing what eating healthy for just 24 hours can do for a person.
Welcome back Diana.