Ok, so no fasting took place. I found that my body is fighting a bug right now and Ted felt it would be in my best interest not to deprive my body of anything at the present time. Instead, I loaded up on vitamin C this weekend and found today to believe that i am nipping whatever it is, in the bud. woo hoo!

Not that i want to talk about another weekend already, when it is only Monday, but i am excited to try cooking some Irish yummies for St. Paddy's Day. This holiday never really meant much to me before....but my honey is the O'lucky one so it is much more exciting!! i decided to make some Irish food on Saturday - nothing overly foul (like some typical Irish food can be). Breakfast will include fried wonders from Ireland such as; rashers of bacon (let this be the only time since Le Peep that i have ever seen the word rasher), maybe sausage, fried tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried eggs, fried soda bread (minus the caraway seeds) and fried potato furls. The day may be filled with Guinness until dinner is served which consists of Corned beef and cabbage, and quite possibly some potatoes. i think maybe i should fast all week....in order to eat on Saturday. definitely does NOT sound low fat.

Not to beat a dead horse, but it seems to be taking a little while longer than i thought it would to clean out Nan D.'s house. We picked up the furniture that I wanted this weekend, and now, I see no cause for a return to her house. The house, at this point, is empty, empty of furniture, empty of love, empty of any concern for anyone other than a new owner. it's like taking years and years of memories and tucking them away in storage; making sure not to stack anything on top of them so that you can get to them later - just not having time to deal with them now. It's hard. Not only is it hard for me, the granddaughter, but it is difficult for my mom. Mom bitches about things when things matter most to her. It's her way. It's a coping technique of hers. i however, have been the chosen one on the receiving end...and no matter how much I want to help my mom get through this difficult time, I also do not want to remember my grandmother in a negative light. Mom should go to therapy. Have a third person, an outsider, listen while she vents...whether truth be told or not..and make her feel like she has every reason to feel what she feels. i cannot offer such solace. I see my mom in a different light. and i find it hard to believe anything she says about my grandmother would be true. drama queen. issues. i suggested therapy. i don't ever see her going. So for now, I have to grin, listen (or pretend) and bare it. for you Nan, you will always be a beautiful, caring, wonderful individual who only knew how to go out of her way to make sure i was always happy.

WHY is it so easy to procrastinate about exercising? I WILL use the treadmill tonight. i WILL!