T-12 hours

I weigh in tomorrow. I can't help but be nervous. I think I did really well this week and it should show on the scale. But if it doesn't, how do I keep motivated, how do I keep from throwing in the towel? I guess quitting isn't an option. I wish this were easier but if that was the case we'd all be size 4s.

It's been beautiful here, which makes for perfect Zu-walking weather. Yesterday we trotted to the end of the street and back. On the way back, the kids playing outside at Garfield School all wanted to see the puppy. They reached through the fence and told me all about their puppies and kitties and moms and dads. Very good, cute kids, and Zu didn't bite a single one. She got extra treats for that.

I went to the chiropractor and today got a massage. My chiropractor had no suggestions for pain management and couldn't really say WHY I was in excruciating pain this week - perhaps as a result of increasing my activity level? The massage felt like I was broke in two. I came home and iced, slept and moped until about 5 p.m., which was the time I could finally walk without feeling like my head might roll off my neck or I needed a sling for my arm. Anyone who thinks I'm spoiled for getting massages can trade me places anytime.

Because I wasn't amubular (is that the right word?) Zu and I slept most of the day, she curled around my head. I am going to pop my last dose of ibuprofen for the day, ice it up and head to bed. Thank goodness I have a good book to get me through being bedridden. And yes, that *is* a little dramatic.

Wish me luck tomorrow. If I do well, how about I get a new car?