Well here I am - back to it and happy to be here FOR REAL! Loving your comments, thrilled that I got my first comment ever from blogging rockstar Miz!!!!! (Hi Miz, I didn't know you knew I existed!), and happy to have this slate upon which I can carve my reality as it unfolds a day at a time. I do have so much to talk about after being filled way beyond capacity with energy and enthusiasm for AA, not to mention a zillion things I didn't know and more of that old time AA wisdom than I knew existed. Don't worry, I won't write a 475 paragraph post
I'll recount one quick story of my life as a tourist in San Antonio where I'm glad to say I wasn't alone in the decision-making process of what we were going to do Saturday afternoon. 3 friends (with whom I hung most of the time) and I had gone to a huge AA meeting from 11:30 to 1:00, and had the afternoon spanning out full of promise and time. We of course wanted to see the Alamo, plus the adjacent historic Menger Hotel where one of the gal's sponsor was staying. Also on the agenda was a meeting we all wanted to attend at 3:30 (on Building Character, which turned out to be awesome!). Time was tight, and there was the not unimportant matter of lunch that we were all Jonesing for as well.
We first went and zipped through the hotel, which was clearly grand and beautiful in its day but smelled of the
It took this group of 4 recovering alcoholics about 20 seconds to decide...Haagen Dazs first (we'd get real food for dinner), then walk back for the meeting and catch the Alamo next time in San An. And it all turned out great. We got a coveted table with 4 sticky chairs upon which to perch while we moaned in ecstasy as our various ice cream confections slid down our parched throats. We ran into several folks from back home as we walked back to the convention center. And as mentioned above, the meeting we attended was just incredible. Victory scored for the Pennsylvania 4! We laughed as we ate our ice cream over how once the Haagen Dazs had come into focus as we stood on hallowed historic ground, we each silently thought (and it turns out simultaneously) that we should just chuck the Alamo in favor of more fleshy pleasures...or flesh producing pleasures.
Finally for today - I did get on the scale this morning and was 207. I was 203.5 the morning I left for Texas. So a 3 1/2 pound gain, part of which I likely incurred yesterday back on home turf. Given my remarkable talent for packing on a ridiculous number of pounds over a few short days, this did not upset me at all. I'm back on track today and glad to be. The overall renewal with which the trip gifted me finds me feeling strong and solidly back to wanting to whittle away at this weight loss now. So re-entry has been smooth, after a rocky start yesterday where I was emotional, tired, and not sure I was ready to be back. Now I'm glad to be right where I am.