Everyone Agrees

Everyone agrees U suck Lucia. That's what it said, this midnight text message. I laughed. I still laugh.

It was pretty much the first time I ever stuck up for myself with a guy who was not nice to me. It was a couple of glasses of wine. At first it was fun, sweet. Then it was sour, less fun. He drank to much. He said mean things. Normally, I would stay, work it out, apologize (when I did NOTHING wrong), grovel. Driven by the fear of being alone. Not this time. My knees were jello when I got in the cab. They were decidedly less jello two blocks away. Five blocks away, I was giddy. So THIS is what it feels like, I though. When his text message got to me, I was so proud of doing it that I actually read the text as "you sTuck Lucia." It is my badge. It means it worked.

My father, also heavy and always working on it, wears a special machine to help him sleep at night. I tried it on. Though it is relaxing, I am not keen on wearing one any time soon. (But my wearing his sure did make us laugh.) Today's photo will remind me to keep up the mission. Or else.

Weight today: 273.4. I am going to wait a little while for the next report. Y'all deserve a good surprise.

Speaking of surprises: Brittany sent a great book that I am just getting into. (Check out Eat, Move, Be Healthy by Paul Chek http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1583870067/102-0577768-6335361?v=glance&n=283155. I originally got the title wrong and subconsciously typed "Eat more, Be Healthy. Der.) I have long recognized the power of random surprises arriving by mail but seldom experienced the joy of receiving one. Thank you Brittany! If you'd like to put your name on a list for random surprises (the good kind, of course), please send your mailing and email addresses to LBauknight@gmail.com. No junk or spam. Promise!