Belly Rings, Pizza, Cookies, Eye Doctors and Dentists. Oh Ya - It's Drivel.

If there was ever a picture that depicted how I've felt lately it's this one.

Poor old Scarlett is molting at a most inconvenient time.

Being the most vain bird that I own, I know this has been taking an emotional toll on her.

Yesterday came and went.

My brother in law and nephew arrived bearing a large pizza.

I think there's a rumor on the street that there's no tasty vittles up in this house anymore.

I noticed an odd mark on the tree in the front.

Have I been tagged!?

I haven't had pizza in 9 months.

It's smelled like heaven in a box.

They all ate pizza.

I had some of my Barefoot Contessa Chicken Chili.

It's compliant with my lifestyle, and it's Dee Dad Gum Delicious.

You really must know that it's not about my figure at all anymore.

Sure - it's nice to feel thin, it's nice to look better in clothes and know that I've decreased my risk of heart disease dramatically.

For me - it's all about how I feel.

How I function.

I want to live with energy and focus.

Eating clean gives me that.

Eating clean gives me sanity.

I'll talk more about it after Christmas, k?

K.

Here is the picture of the belly ring.

I hope for some of you - that you've already digested your breakfast.

As you can see, the entry wound is still tender.

This darned bee belly ring is the reason I re-pierced my belly.

It's the ultimate bee sting!

I was told not to change the ring for six weeks.

Six weeks!

They had put a very non descript ring in me belly - and I was bored with it.

I had to get the pliers out to take it off.

That just made my butt pucker right up to even do that - but do it I did - and I changed the ring.

About four hours later, I was rather sorry I did.

It was too soon to change belly rings.

Who knew?

: -)

I have the little plain one back in now.

I've never been good at following directions.

And now for something completely different.

It's just too funny not to share.

My last follow up appointment with my eye doctor for contacts.

My eye doctor is such a gentle soul.

He said the contacts are looking good - just to give it about a month to fully adjust.

"Do you have any questions or concerns?" he asked.

"Well, yes.", replied the CoopKeeper.

"Do I look old? Do I look high?  Do I appear surprised?"

"Does it seem that I have too much face showing?"

Oh my - I wish you could have seen his face!

He answered me kindly, and gave me rather scientific reasons why I thought my face looked horsish

.

And last, but certainly not least.

I made cookies yesterday.

Gluten free peanut butter cookies.

Natural peanut butter, sugar and eggs.

That's all that was in them.

I made two dozen.

I ate 18.

Told ya.

Bad idea.

This morning, I feel like I've a bit of a hangover.

I feel bloated and disappointed in myself.

It's OK though.

I'm failing forward fast.

It's a journey of excellence, not perfection.

Sadly, I broke a molar on an over baked cookie.

Which led to me dreaming about my dentist.

He was very tan and told me that he had just returned from Varruba.

I don't think that's a country.

He didn't recognize me because of my weight loss - and told me he wished he had a daughter just like me.

So basically - the cookies cost me a day of not feeling good and about $500 in dental work.

Law.