The house was clean and I was reluctant to drag all those boxes in and mess it up.  Obviously no baking this year, and we're doing a lean Christmas this year because I plan on going to Vegas for my birthday.  But by God, there will drinking!

I had a shot of vodka last night and it didn't kill me, so Poinsettas here I come!

A couple weeks ago I had my first instance of eating out.  Because of all the vomiting I'd been very weary of the idea.  We went to Applebee's and I ordered the grilled chicken caesar salad -- nibbled on some chicken, drank a lil water and shoved the plate in front of my Dad to finish.  Later on I actually stole a few more bites of chicken and a few bites of his garlic mashed potatoes.  All in all I was very pleased with the outcome of not hurling.

Speaking of hurling, it's been exactly a week since I barfed -- this is the longest length of time since surgery.

I also went nuts at the Coldwater Creek Outlet in Gilroy, but what are ya gonna do?  It was 70% off and stuff.

I also updated my measurements, admittedly this time they were less than stellar.  So I decided to add Pilates to my routine.  Those are hard!  And far from fat friendly.  I roll around, attempting to do a half-ass version, cussing the instructor out all the way.  But!  They work!  I'm not kidding.  After a couple of sessions and three days, I'd already lost an inch off my belly and hips.