Well the weekend in MI for the R13
camping went pretty good.
We left the house around 4:30 since the
DH was able to cut his call shorter than expected. We originally thought it was going to be
closer to 6, but I was glad it was earlier.
I really didn't want to be setting up the trailer in the dark in
MI. I think that we have it to under an
hour setting up if we don't have any hiccups.
The trip down was a little more comfortable
on my butt in the truck than the Mazda.
I was able to shift from side to side and sit cross legged like a lady
as well as cross legged like a kid sitting on the floor. So all in all I think I
did pretty well for the 3+ hour trip.
We made it across the border after
hitting the Duty Free store for some alcohol for the weekend and headed to the KOA.
And this is where we started to unravel.
We got to the site and the DH backed in the trailer and started to
unhook it from the truck. I guess he got
distracted and didn't realise that he had left a safety chain on and pulled the
truck forward and caused the tongue to come off the block of wood. No damage to anything, but more of a pain to
getting all back to the way it was.
From there I hooked up the water and the
electricity. I forgot that the DH had
opened all the taps when we put the trailer way last time ad I turned on the
main valve. Normally the isn't an issue,
but when the hand towel falls off the hook in transport and lands in the sink
creating a clog, water tends to flood the bathroom. The only towels available were the bath
towels and they got used to mop the floor.
So these needed to be washed before our shower or we were going to end
up air drying. Bless the DH since he was
the one that ventured to the laundry mat to do wash them to find out that there
was no laundry soap in the laundry mat, the store was closed and there were no
dryers. So the DH came back with damp
towels washed in hand soap that air dried in the trailer overnight.
The whole “family” slept pretty well
since we really didn’t see much of the morning since we slept until almost
10. I peeked my head out the window to
see that there were a few bodies moving around so I decided that I should
venture out to see them after a shower. I
bought 2 pairs of shorts from the Sally Ann and they were Denver Hayes brand
but they were saying 16. I will give as
much credit to a size 16 as much as possible but since they were bought a charity
shop, they had been well washed. So I
packed them up to take with me to MI and
they are at the point now that they fit “nicely” after a wash so by the
end of the day they are well warn in. I
was wearing these shorts on Saturday and I got up from the picnic table and was
told by NonScifan that I didn’t need to reminder how skinny I was becoming by
pulling up my shorts over my skinny butt in front of her. I honestly never thought of it that way……but
I did realise that my “rental shorts” were needing to be returned back to
the charity shop.
I have been doing that lately…..taking a
bag of clothes and coming out with some more to take home for a short
stint. I guess I will have to see what I
find this week, since most of my shorts are getting to baggy to wear, including
the ones I bought at the mall from the day job.
The ladies there keep telling me that I am getting lost in all the loose
material.
Nash made a comment to me that rolls
around in my head as my weight declines.
“What if you get down to single digits?”
I guess I never really thought about it until I see some baggy pants on
my butt LOL I am thinking that I am a loose 14 now, working on a 12. But if I lose the last 20 I but be on the
cusp of a single digit. Do I want to
make that a goal? Will I still be
healthy? I know I talked to Susanne that
I wanted to be out of the clothes that started with a 2 and I have done that
for sure. Perhaps I was underestimating
the surgery?
As I make an aside………
I was actually getting up from the table
to head into town with the DH to get a few supplies for the Picnic that we were
having. There were hot dogs and
hamburgers on the campfire and I would like to thank WineSteward for
bringing some bratwurst for us to enjoy.
I know that the Tiny Tummy would be against the burger and the hot dog
so I was going to have a protein bar if necessary.
So I stood back and let everyone take
what they wanted and I was just doing my observing thing that I do. I noticed that those made the littlest effort
towards the picnic or was “supervising” the cooking over the fire were the
first ones to help themselves to lunch.
I don’t know if it is something I would have done in the past, but I
noticed it this time.
I was able to get a nice picture of most
of us and I want to thank the DH and Tooleman for cooking.
It went well into the night and I am
glad that my phone had a timer on it since most of us were grazing all afternoon
and I remember DaTopp making a comment that how can I be eating again when she
is so stuffed. That is when I realised
that that this surgery is working. I was
able to eat what I wanted earlier and stayed within my portions and was able to
push my plate away. Come 3 hours later I
enjoyed a protein pudding and regrettable some apple pie filling. Boy did that ever hurt! So needless to say when the timer went off
later on around the fire, I passed on eating again since I felt like I was
still digesting the pie.
Come Sunday morning the pie had work
through the pipes and felt right as rain for the ride home. I had a “glammed” up protein shake that I had
added some no sugar added syrup to since I thought I am better off with the
shakes over the bars. I have been
reviewing my “rules” and I am over achieving on the carbohydrates. Most of them are coming from the bars I got
stateside. I will need to review the
Canadian bars just to see if I can work them back in. The US ones were a nice change but not at the
cost of abusing my tiny tummy.
I am not sure what to think about this
next topic, but I have been referring to my Tummy Troll as if it has a mind of
its own. I realised this when I was in bed
last night. I ate some Smartfood popcorn
earlier in the evening and the tummy felt like it was quivering. I felt like I had abused it and this was the
way it was telling me that it was done. Susanne
and I have talked about “self-chat” and what comes of the conversation. This morning was I got out of the shower and
looked at my tummy and said “what kind of day are we going to have today?” I often talk back to the noises that my tummy
makes “okay, you have had enough to eat” or “I hear you, you didn’t like X”
like some of us do to our pets like they understand us.
So have I humanised my tummy by talking
to it? Have I gone mad because I do talk to it?
I guess I am at the 2 month mark to see Susanne again.
