I’ve been quiet. Quieter than usual. I had posts planned about my surgery, which came up rather quickly, and the aftermath. I was going to post my actual weight *gasp* and how much I had ropped in the week since having my stomach made into a pouch.
With what’s happened in Haiti it all just seems so fucking stupid. I keep watching CNN and listening to stories of rescue and hope mixed in with stories of horror and death. Listening to NPR on my way down to Minneapolis for my 1 week recheck I had to turn the station. The reporter was describing dead children under a sheet or just laying in the open – alone. The story of a woman who lost all five of her children, her husband holding her down on a mattress trying to keep her from running around completely insane with grief.
My heart breaks for these people. I want to, need to, do something. More than money, something physical. I feel utterly useless sitting in my living room in the middle of nowhere Minnesota.
So, yeah, talking about my weight loss journey is going to have to wait. Ranting about how Jay Leno just needs to retire already is going to have to wait.
My heart and thoughts are with the Haitians.
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