A different Mothers' Day

291 pounds.  Zero McChicken today.

It is the day after Mothers' Day and it was quite the day.  The kids and I cooked breakfast with Delaney worrying about everything the whole way.  She has watched Dana cooked who measures and weighs and chops everything beforehand and has them in little ramekins before she turns on the stove.  My cooking style is to measure things by look and then as I am stirring the pot and reading the recipe I come to that paragraph where it tells me I wasn't supposed to mix anything together until after I had browned them separately and me then saying, "I hope it turns out".

We had Dana's folks over for brunch and then we went out to wine tasting.  It did not go well.  Pop had been driving Mama crazy to begin with and then we had just made it inside the tasting room when Mama tripped and fell.  She has a black eye and a pretty good cut on the bridge of her nose from her glasses.  We got the bleeding to stop and Jean cleaned up, but by then the damage had been done.  I am not sure she will venture out any where after the latest fall.  That makes me sad.

As we drove back from the winery I thought of myself and my weight and my knees, and the fact that I have a tough time playing soccer with my children any longer.  I don.t want that.  I want to be healthy for a long, long time and be traveling through Europe when I am 80 years old.  I need to lose weight and get healthy, for me to enjoy life as I grow older.  The time to do it is now.

One last Mothers' Day note, we got Dana a new kitchen garbage can because the other one was broken.  I hope she had a good Mothers' Day and we will try again next year.