Happy Christmas Eve! We are supposed to be at my mother-in-law’s right now, watching the girls participate in a live reenactment of the nativity, but Veronica threw up in an ice cream shop this afternoon, so Nate and the girls are at the in-laws and V and I are home. I honestly don’t mind the quiet evening. She’s going to open a couple presents in a few minutes, thus compensating her for not being able to play with her cousins, and I’m going to stuff the stockings early and go to bed. I’m tired.

Hopefully, she’ll sleep it off tonight, and tomorrow will continue as planned.

This week, shocker, I didn’t do much in the way of maintaining or improving my health. I’ve been eating Christmas Crap, and I can tell. I’m tired all the time, and my heart is bothering me again. So, I am looking forward to getting back to my regular, holiday-free life and schedule.

I did manage to do some physical therapy. As the tummy is getting bigger, and I feel the “pregnant waddle” nearing, I am ever more concerned for my back. I’m seeing more and more physical therapy activity in my future. And that’s a good thing.

And if it feels like I’m stringing Health Group along ’til the new year, I am. But I’m still here, maintaining the habit, and that’s important to me.

Any of you doing well? Tell me about it.