Hippo Birdie

It’s my birthday. I didn’t even weigh myself to see how much I have missed my goal by or anything. It’s the week of things being “good enough”.

Also, I had lunch with my mother and sister and ate 3 pastries and 2 cookies. Okay, 1/2 of one pastry, 1/3 of one pastry, 1/2 of one cookie, one whole cookie and 1/2 of another cookie. To be precise.

A creme brule with strawberry in it, an almond thing, a coffee macaroon, a mango macaroon and and almond cookie. French stuff. Good french stuff.

And a salad.

And I went to yoga and worked really hard and ate a bagel and took the dogs to the park to play frisbee really early and … I don’t know. Other stuff. It’s been a weird day and I suppose that’s good because it kept my mind off of things.

I realized I have let the forward motion of this blog – the writing of lists of things relating to plastic surgery and the researching of them – kind of drop off. Also the researching of disability is high on the list. So I’ll pick that up again soon.

Meantime, I guess I’m leaving work now (yes, blogging something this personal from work…. good ideeeeeeeaaaaaa?)

Good enough for today. Healing slowly. Those are the thoughts for today.

Happy Birthday to everyone else whose birthday it is. Love, me.