Babies

Well, as I posted earlier, my daughter is preggy. She is due in September. September 11 to be exact. I feel, somewhere deep in my gut that I should somehow be concerned about what the due date says but then I realize that this is my daughter and as such, this child will most likely prefer to hang out in her womb, rather than come out. I say this because when I was pregnant with my daughter, I was actually trying to bargain with her and bribe her to come out since she was past her due date.
So I have to throw her a baby shower and she wants my mom to be there. I have not spoken to my mother for over a year, and with good reason...she is a toxic person and I am considerably lucky that I have grown to become a stable member of society.
I will be having the baby shower at my friends restaurant where there is a bar. I am going to have to assure that they have vodka and whisky.

In which I discuss becoming a grandma...

Recently, my daughter told me that she is expecting a baby. This will be my first grandchild, so needless to say, I was happy...."OH MY GOD!!!!! YOU'RE HAVING A BABY?!?!" was my understated reaction. I then, like many grandmothers before me, started to plan the baby shower. Trust me, this is nothing new for me. Hell, I remember the day she was born and the doctor said, "congratulations, you have a healthy baby girl"
My reaction? "Ohhhhh, she will look so beautiful on her wedding day."

Anyways, when my daughter told me, I asked her when I could start sharing the news and she told me I couldn't post on FB.....I of course, respect her wishes so I did not post on FB. I sent private messages to my friends and family. See? total respect.

So, yeah, I'm going to be a grandma. I have to admit, I always figured I would be 50 or so when my first grandchild would arrive. At least, that was the plan....plans, of course, don't mean much when the universe decides to act.
This child is such a blessing, to both sides of my daughters family and we are, of course, all very excited.
I'm already looking at Ugg boots.

Paths....

Life is a funny thing. We all come into this world in pretty much the same way and our parents see our paths as something they set us on.
We grow, we learn and we experience things that may lead us to chose a different path than we had originally been set upon.
Eventually, once we become adults, we settle into this idea that we are on the path we are supposed to be on and we go merrily along.

Sometimes, something profound happens in our lives and we realize that the path we are on and that we believed was the right one is, in fact, one we need to get off of.
I am on a new path....don't get me wrong, I am still Jewish, still a believer. I am also a Shaman in training.....I have chosen to follow the calling to the shamanic work.
I know that this is true and right and what is meant to be. I am excited to be here, it is an adventure that I am so excited about. I cannot wait to see where this path takes me.

Christmas

I have just returned home from dropping my daughter and her boyfriend off at their place. My daughter is 21 and is the light of my life.
I don't celebrate Christmas myself as I am on the path of return to Judaism, but my daughter does.
I am her only family here on the West coast, (my ex-husband and other daughter live on the other side of the country)
As her only family, I try to give my daughter a little celebration to make her day a little more special.
I would like to say that this is the only reason, but that would be a lie. I also do it for me. I won't go into it here, maybe never will, but for reasons that are private, I did not get to spend the holidays with my daughters for the past few years, so I try to make the holiday really nice.

Today, I made brunch and we had a nice time. I made waffles, frittattas, sausage and mimosas. We opened gifts, and we watched "A Christmas Story"

I will be honest, I did and will continue to do Christmas for my daughter and if she has children, I will do Christmas for them as well.
Of course, I will also make sure to expose them to Channukah.

The rest of the evening, I will just kick back and relax with my husband, maybe watch a movie. After all, being with those we love, that is the real reason for Christmas.

Down

Had my weigh in today. I am down 6 pounds....mostly water weight, but whatever, it's 6 pounds.
I am finding this new method of WW to be pretty awesome and easy to follow. I am getting 36 points a day plus the 49 extra weekly points.

I also like that fruits and most veggies are 0 points. On the old plan, for example, a banana was 3 points and a 100 calorie snack pack was 1 or 2 points. Now, the point difference may not seem alot, but when you are towards the end of your week and the end of your day and you have a very few amount of points, which do you think you are going to go for? The 1 point snack and not the 3 point banana.
Now, the choice is simple....Have the banana.

I am feeling really good about this and know that I am going to rock the hell out of this.

244

See that number up in the title? Yeah, that is how much I weighed last Monday. This is the most I have weighed in the 12 years I have been with my husband.
This is not good.
No fertility doctor will touch me if I am this heavy, and I really want a baby.
Also, only three of my pants for work fit at this time. This is also not good. I have some very nice pants that I would love to be able to wear but my ass is so big and I have gained so much weight that, at this time, this is not a possibility.
I am not going to sit here and claim that I have no idea how I got this heavy, the fact is, I got this heavy because I just kept shoving food into my mouth....and not veggies and fruits, my friends, but rather, fatty, rich and calorie laden foods.

So, I made the decision that I would go back and join Weight watchers and get the weight off. The new plan, which is called "Points Plus" is supposed to seriously rock and I am going to look this weight gain in the eye and I am going to drop those pounds that I packed on. When I do, it will be for the same reason that I gained the weight.....because I made the choices that I made and I ate the foods I ate and I was the one in control of me.

These Are the People in Your Neighborhood.....

Where I work, I run a Coffee Kiosk. I get to meet many interesting people. One of my favorites is Duff. Duff and I have managed to become friends, I really do treasure her.
Duff has this ability to make me smile when I happen to be having a rough day.
Duff likes to tell stories about the liqour store where she works and who she works with. I am not exgagerrating when I say that there are times when I am doubled over from laughing so hard from the stuff that Duff tells me.

Duff and I have discussed the idea of developing a comedy routine. I told her that all we would have to do is sit up on stage and engage in a typical conversation and we would have the audience rolling.
Of course, I would probably need a prop in the form of an Espresso machine and Duff would need to have some sort of a prop that resembelled a liqour counter.

Either way, it would be mind blowing-ly awesome.