Well, there has been some weight distribution. This morning I weigh 106 ½, so I tried on my French jeans and I got them zipped up, but they are too tight. Breathing, after all, is an issue (but they look fabulous). All, in all, a 6 – 7 lb. loss since the bronchitis when the antibiotics messed up my appetite. When I was first married to Jay, I weighed 101 and he liked to say 101 pounds of fun. Yes, that was a long time ago.
So I don’t look gaunt, but I am reluctant to lose more since I might lose it from my face and upper body.

Meanwhile, I found a place that cooks meals for diabetics and heart patients and people who want to lose weight and they deliver. We ordered six meals – for three days for the two of us and the tab was $54 that includes $5 for delivery. They can’t be frozen because there are no preservatives. But Diana, the lovely woman who runs the shop with her husband, said we were very far away and we arranged to meet at the Publix lot in between and I picked up two meals and we will get the rest of the six we ordered tomorrow. This arrangement will tide us over the transition while I get up to speed with new recipes. But the problem was never my cooking – it was that Ed prefers meat to chicken and fish and would get antsy if I didn’t serve meat often. It isn’t rocket science to not salt, and to use less fat in the cooking process. Taste enhancements have to be researched – more spices, etc. The problem was that Ed chose meat (corned beef hash, 50 % fat version) for every breakfast, and an Italian sub for every lunch and the sodium content was huge. And now he’s eating oatmeal. Wow. He also could finish off a pound cake in one afternoon, and a bag of cookies in two days. If I wanted a cookie, I had to grab it before handing him the bag.

Reviews on the meals we had is that the turkey meatballs with wheat pasta were good, and Ed’s orange chicken with couscous was, he said, tasteless. Okay, we won’t order that one again. He has been super good about the changes and following instructions to the letter and not complaining. After years of drinking tons of diet Coke, he is not going ape over withdrawal. Same with nicotine.

The electrical supply to the outlet on my kitchen wall that supplies the microwave, the can opener and the refrigerator, has given up. I ran a line for the small appliances, and then got another extension cord and moved the fridge away from the wall and connected it around the corner to an outlet in the living room. Danny, husband of the spectacular Jean, who is a paralegal Ed works with, is a master electrician and he is going to fix it for us.

And the toilet seat in the master bath fell apart. #$*!!*($)

Till next time.

xx, Teal