Whew!

So much for being disciplined and sitting down with my thoughts every night or so. I've been working, thinking, fretting a bit. Cranky. That's the best word for it. Rubbing me the wrong way. Dieting makes me cranky. I know, it's not a diet, it's a way of life. Ha! Bagels and Dr Pepper (NOT Diet Dr Pepper) is my way of life. Carbs and sugar. And who am I to complain? I'm still doing certain carbs and certain sugars. Whole grain cereals, fruits, WW Ice Cream Fudge Bars, and a different Smart Ones or Lean Cuisine meal every day at lunch. What's your beef, Karen? Perhaps a lack of beef. But I've never been a big beef-eating person. I'm doing lots of chicken, turkey, salmon. See? I am cranky.

Fretting a bit about my mother who had knee-replacement surgery today in Tulsa, OK. The procedure went well. I wish I could be there with her. They are going to keep her in the hospital for three days if all goes well. But she's in a lot of pain and isn't quite in the mood to visit yet. She says she supposed to walk tomorrow. I'm optimistic that she'll finally get some relief. Then after some recovery time, they are going to replace the other knee. I told her she'll be up running marathons before Christmas. She groaned. I think she'll settle for quite a bit less than marathon running. Maybe being able to sleep through the night without pain. That would be a move in the right direction. Maybe she'll feel like eating again. She's painfully thin. Say a prayer for my little crippled-up Mommie.