I started this beautiful Futzingday morning with an appointment with a diet doctor. She basically told me things that could have sent a normal person into a tailspin, but because I have a head like a rock, I decided to just do what I know...eat better things, reduce portions, and move my heiney.
I suspect that this doctor was very knowledgable and well-intentioned, but has never been presented with a 56-year old post-menopausal woman who had thyroid cancer, has Crohn's, and got a new kidney, because she seemed at a loss as to how to come up with an explanation other than "This is a total crapshoot, kid, and next to impossible to pull off".
But this is me we're talking about, so I'm armed with lots of good things to eat and an appointment with the gym tomorrow morning.
Progress continues on Baked Alaska:![]()
And my latest nail wraps make me very very cheerful, indeed:
