We had a lovely Christmas. I have to start with that. It was just wonderful. Joe and I went down to Galveston with the Autrey family, who are closer than just friend, and we had a blast. The kids loved being in a hotel–they could have driven the staff crazy, but they’re so cute that the staff loved having them around. They swam a lot in the indoor pool. We also were able to go to the Johnson Space Center. If you ever get the chance, you really should go. We even had the rare opportunity to visit the live mission control room instead of the historic room, and they had placed a small icon for Santa on the radar. Fun. We were unable, alas, to go to the Festival of Lights at Moody Garden, as Christmas night was really cold and really really windy. We did visit the beach a couple of times, and made a quick stop at the Strand. It was fun spoiling not just the kids, but their parents, abso-stinkin’-lutely rotten. :):):)
I’ve read a billion books this year, and haven’t updated my books read page in eons. My apologies for that. I’ll at least get the titles and authors of most of them up there. And there’s no way I’ll be able to update my movies seen page, so I’m just going to delete it. The best laid plans and all that.
Speaking of movies, Joe and I saw Tron last week. We liked it so much we saw it again on Christmas with the Autreys. They liked it a lot, too, and with reason–it’s fantastic. I’ve also seen Voyage of the Dawn Treader twice, and it’s quite good. I do miss Eddie Izzard as the voice of Reepicheep, but their Eustace Scrubb was just brilliant. And Izzy and I made it out to see True Grit last night. I can’t praise it highly enough, and the girl who plays Mattie steals the show. Jeff Bridges made a more than respectable substitute for The Duke, and Matt Damon was delicious, especially when he was insulting Mattie. Loved it!
Tomorrow’s the day. I have to be at the hospital by 6 a.m., the surgery is scheduled for 7 a.m., and I’ll be back home after, in the words of the nurse who did my pre-op, I manage to breathe into the breathing thingie, drink some water without vomiting, and walk to the bathroom and go tinkle. I’m really excited. Joe got us a hotel room tonight that’s near the hospital, which is nice, since I have to shower both tonight and in the morning with some special soap they gave me. Izzy and I went to Barnes & Noble last night to put some books on our nooks–that’ll give me something to read for a while. (I already have over 600 books on it [most free and out of print], so it’s not like I’m lacking. But still, I like to be prepared.)
I know I’m huge. I know what sizes my clothes have been and I see myself in the mirror, rolls, double chin, everything. But seeing myself through a camera lens just shocks me somehow. Pat & Joe took lots of photographs over Christmas, and I wanted to delete every one that had me in it. I don’t see myself as that fat. I look in the mirror, and think I look pretty good, and then I see a photo someone took two hours later and I look ghastly. I’m all pleased because I’ve already lost 10 pounds or so with this liquid diet, and I’m back into smaller jeans, and then see the photo and there’s no definition to my face because it’s obscured by all the fat. It’s not healthy, and it’s just not how I perceive myself. It’s weird.
Apropos of nothing, when I was a kid in elementary school, our geography book had a photograph of an Inuit. The woman was elderly, and extremely wrinkled. Somehow I managed to connect her wrinkles with being Alaskan rather than her age, and would pinch together some skin on my arm to make it wrinkle, and think to myself, That’s what I’d look like if I were from Alaska. I have a few wrinkles, none bad yet, and see them in the mirror and no longer think I must be turning Alaskan, just getting older.
Joe’s brother is interviewing for a job in the Dallas area. Please say a prayer for him–he really needs a job, and it would be lovely to have him and his family close by.
And say a prayer for me, please, because I’m excited and nervous and wondering how everything’s going to go and if I can really get this weight off once and for all, and start looking on the outside like I feel about myself on the inside.