I'm starving!

Well, hardly, but I am hungry. As part of my goal to take batter care of myself, get healthier and such, I scheduled an overdue medical checkup. Of course, when I scheduled it, it never occured to me that I'd be doing the 12 hour bloodwork fast before my 2 pm appointment. With last night's big dinner I didn't even snack last night, so it's been close to 15 hours already, and I have 4 more to go! growl! Water, water, water, but it's not helping.

When I was in high school I used to fast. Often. It was the beginning of a dangerous dance with bulimia that had me seeing myself FAT at 115 lbs. I have a fairly sturdy frame, I really am big boned, and 115 looked awful on me, I'm sure. I look best, I think, around 125. I'd be thrilled at 136, the weight I got married at 20 years ago in July. I'd be plenty comfortable at 145 even. Shoot, my driver's license says I weigh 160 and that's not true either. Fasting, for me now, is not easy and I don't think that's a bad thing. But I still, even 25 years later, have to resist the urge to "atone" for overeating with penance paid at the porcelain altar. But I do resist, and it is easier now than it was. Maybe someday it won't be an issue any more.

And now for something completely different...

Yes, I have actually been doing things fabric related. In the evenings, when my chapped cracked hands permit, I've continued the hand quilting on my Christmas nesting robin. (the image looks wierd because I wet the border to get the chalk markings off) It will be done for next Christmas, if for no other reason than right now, I have no other hand work. I'm itching to do some knitting, though. I don't have a yarn stash, so anything I decide to make will have to be bought. Darn. ;o) Logan made some gorgeous scarves before Christmas - that's what I'm looking for. But I really *should* get this project done first. Or not. I understand that all those UFOs and WIPs and PIGGs and enormous stashes add to the R value of one's home's insulation. So that's a good thing, right?