I have been a little down the last few days, my weight suddenly ballooned up and I don't know why. Of course, it wasn't that good to begin with, but the last couple of weeks it seemed hard to even get out of bed. So, last Tuesday I went back to Weight Watchers and was shocked. It was worse than I had thought. Up 15 pounds in the last month. My eating habits hadn't changed, so something else must be wrong. I have a Dr. appointment next week, and I half way expect to be put on some kind of medication. I'm hoping that my first week at WW will show the doctor that I am seriously making an effort to change things and give me a reprieve from pills or shots.
Anyway, that and writing that really ansty chapter last night and I guess I looked in need of cheering up. My husband, who like all men can be a jerk or a saint, definatly scores points in the saint column today. He left just before lunch, saying he had to run an errand. Two hours later (and I was thinking things much nastier than jerk) he walked in the door with two dozen lavender roses. He handed them to me, gave me a hug and said 'You just looked a little down the past few days. Hope this helps.'
So here I sit, breathing in the most wonderful scent ever and looking at my roses. Guess it's been a pretty good week after all.