But not too much, it’s attached to your pancreas. Who knew?
The gig Friday night went great — this client was actually the first party we ever did, so they’re our first repeat customers (GO US!) and we rocked the house. I danced about 60-percent as much as I normally would — every now I then I had to sit one out to avoid angering my internal organs. I was also able to eat more than I expected — they did a sit-down dinner, so I got mashed potatoes and jasmine rice. I also tried some green beans (nope, too crunchy) and some sliced squash (probably bad, but it’s the softest veggie I can think of and I’m craving raw veggies like nobody’s bidness!) Stupid evil Chuckweasel got to eat a pork chop… but he said it tasted AWFUL and he only ate it so the cooks wouldn’t feel bad, so that’s okay.
My head doctor actually hugged me and CRIED when she saw me Friday — I guess y’all aren’t the only ones I scared the bejeezus out of! I get to do some more bloodwork today (and continue my ongoing effort to look like a heroin addict!) and see what’s going on in there… but I FEEL okay, so that’s what I’m going with.
Also? Down another 5 pounds — I’m gettin’ downright skinny!