We have finally moved. I feel like I’m losing the battle. Although we can finally walk through the house, there are still tons of boxes to unpack. I’m running out of space. I’m such a collector, it’s hard for me to get rid of anything. We still have to go back north and get the rest of our stuff and get the house ready for sale. The longer I’m here, the more I’m dreading the trip.

I haven’t got to the scale since the move. I haven’t even found most of the pans. I’ve got 3 frying pans and a dutch oven that have surfaced. We’ve been eating out quite a bit since we’ve been here. I’m sure that food is not conducive to weight loss.

It’s a strange feeling knowing you aren’t going to have anyone coming over during the holiday season. I’m happy I have my husband and mom with me. I talk to my youngest son on the phone on a regular basis so all is well. He’s still as happy as a lark and that makes me feel good.

My sister-in-law sent us some home-made fudge. I told my husband and mom to eat it
all. I don’t need that to sabotage my weight loss.

Time to get my water and take a walk around the yard. God Bless and Happy Holidays!!