Lazy Sunday

I went to this plastic surgery seminar on Saturday...the doctor literally felt I should have DD boobs. Um, on my frame these days, that would be a little much. NOT that I didn't like looking in the mirror with...well, bazoombas, but hey. No overkill.

Went to a coffee Weight Loss Group meetup in Long Beach. Now, these are the people who helped me more than one can ever know, especially in the beginning after the gastric bypass. And they hadn't seen me in 1.5 years! So it was quite a surprise. Cindy and I went together. Then we came back to my home, had some lunch, and I ran around and did errands. Considering I'd been up since 7, I was tired.

But I called Howard anyway, and we smoked a bit which was highly relaxing. I needed that, for sure. I've been doing too much. And we're having fun. I don't know what this is, where it's headed or whatever, but I have to remind myself - I'm 23, have fun, enjoy it, and don't analyze every fucking inch of life. Working on it. He's the opposite of me, and lives month-month, not a 9-5er. I respect that, but I truly cannot imagine it. I know, "theory of mind" and all that psych stuff I preach, but I'm such a Type A, right?

Anyway, I crashed before 11 last night, woke up at 11:30 this morning. I guess I needed sleep? Had a terrible asthma attack because Dash sheds like hell, hair collects dust, dust goes to Shira's lungs, and voila. It sucked. So I decided to go to Mom's.

Had a nice day there - read some chicklit, played some Scrabble, got gas at Costco. Very relaxing and nice.

Then I came home, usual insanity. Oy! But I cooked all my chicken thighs for whenever, I'll probably freeze some too. Otherwise they go bad real fast in the fridge. Also cooked some sweet potatoes/yams. Yum!

Tomorrow, I really need to make those stuffed peppers. Maybe after I go to Newport. But I better take a nap. I have to get up in 7 hours. So maybe I should get some sleep too.

I hate that I'm seeing a different doctor. I LOVE my current plastic surgeon. I really do. It's fucking incredible. But the prices...he's been the best in LA area for awhile. And I mean the BEST, for reconstructive surgery. I mean, this isn't a boob job, people. But apparently now he has some competition, who I'm meeting tomorrow. Gotta say, the work is excellent, and the office seems nice and I know the prices are literally half of my current doctor. I just HOPE that my current surgeon will match this new guy. Who does beautiful work, I admit. I just feel like it's betrayal, practically. The one I saw yesterday I knew was gonna be a joke. But this new guy...*squirms*