Fighting the Dark Cloud of pudge!!

Is there such a thing as a monkey wrench?  I mean is there a wrench called that?  Or does it mean that something just monkeyed with a wrench?  Maybe one day I will bother to look it up.

Well, I have had a monkey wrench (whatever that REALLY means) tossed into my plans.  On Sat I had a call from England telling me my Uncle had died.  Sunday I flew to Manchester (landing at5:30am) and took a train to Newcastle.  In the midst of the jetlag I had to walk my cousins through the preparations ( I only knew what to do because of Dad dying in Jan- and it may very well be different in North America), deal with family feuds and provide an ear for emotional outbursts.  Imagine how it is that I did not lose weight.  Not that I begrudge any of it, mind you.  My Dad always said that all of the family loved us because we lived in Canada!!  No doubt if we lived in the UK we would be in the thick of the arguments and spats.  I did get the chance to see cousins I have not seen in a decade or two!  AND, after all of the sadness, EVERYONE wants to come to my family wedding next July.

But, I have the wedding next week to contend with.  Obviously the 190 goal has been postponed.  (never say you failed, simply change the timeline as I was taught when I was an active Mary Kay consultant).  I am still exhausted, but once I am fully rested, I will continue on the path of weightloss and hope, and pray, that I can lose the weight to make that outfit look presentable.  If not, Wed I have to get something mighty quick!!  Guess I should try the skirt on before making the final decision!!

Once I solve the monkey wrench must I find the definition of Hammer toes??!

Cheers

Shari