Well, my eating has been so varied and wild the last few days, it would be funny if it weren't so grotesque. On Friday, St. Patrick's Day, I went up to see Jen and adorable little Joely, we ate at Tootie's, and I had--what else--corned beef and cabbage, plus I'm afraid, wheat bread and butter, and rice pudding with whipped cream (guess I should have refused that). I baby-sat until Joel came home, then we went to the Plum Tree, the other restaurant in town. I wasn't very hungry--no wonder!--and just had soup, plus a few of Joel's mussels. Home about 9 to wine and pretzels, then (sigh) ice cream and gum drops.
Yesterday, went to Seacrest in the morning, then with friends to a terrific excursion at Whitesbog (on the cultivation of blueberries, which used to be wild). Had egg beaters and toast for breakfast, two blueberry muffins at Whitesbog. Went back to see Pat after, chatted with Alison and him, then home to a dinner of sushi (tuna roll). I skipped my wine--just didn't feel like it--but had pretzels, gum drops, and a little ice cream.
That's the bad news. The good news is, I've been following my exercise regime most days. Unfortunately, yesterday, I slept until almost 7, very late for me, so when Susan stopped, wasn't dressed yet, so skipped our walk. I asked her to come today, though, and will definitely go.
WISH I could get back to the WW program. It seems wrong and unfair that civilians find it hard to eat when they're worried and upset, but it just spurs me on! It's so discouraging to think I'm climbing up the scale again--just can't seem to resist overeating at night, in particular--same old story.
However, Pat's doing well and will surely be home in a few days; I'm meeting with the staff person tomorrow to discuss his release.

Fairly good day yesterday. Went in to Seacrest in morning, but stayed only until Pat went to therapy at 10. Had lots of phone calls, paperwork, errands, etc. to do, so didn't go back until 3:30. Ray and Barb were there visiting, then I had dinner with Pat: broccoli soup, liverwurst and onion sandwich, and fruit (they have their hot meal at lunchtime). Incidentally, I chose the sandwich--I'm half German, after all--Pat had a chicken salad sandwich. I left about 6:30 and went home to a glass of wine, pretzels, then--ouch! ice cream and jelly mints. Today, have lots of more chores, but may get in to eat lunch with Pat.
Just came back from about a one-mile walk with Susan--am glad she stopped, as I'm determined to step up my exercise regime.

Well, I've gained back 1.8 pounds, bringing me up to 184.6. I suppose I should be alarmed, or grief-stricken, or panicked, or wildly regretful, but I'm not--I really don't care.
Had a nice dinner with Barb and Ray last night, then some good talk. Today, I skipped breakfast, and had a late (3:00) lunch of half an acorn squash and a small bowl of brussel sprouts. On my way to Boscov's to get Pat some new tee-shirts, I stopped and got a Subway sandwich to go. Will probably take it in and eat with Pat. I went in to see him this morning, but am now waiting for a call from his V.A. doctor, who had left a message when I got home--he has a question about Pat's current medication.
Guess I'm feeling okay, but am still a little queasy and very tired.

Feeling much better today, although am still slightly queasy, and have accepted a dinner invitation at good friends and neighbors, Ray and Barb's tonight. Will tidy up a little, do a wash, take a shower, run some errands, then go to Seacrest to have lunch with Pat and spend the afternoon. Yesterday, when I was sick, he had lots of visitors: Frank and Barbara, Dennis and Leslie, and 0ld friend, Jack B. In the afternoon, I dragged myself off the couch long enough to bring him the paper, but he already had taken it from the outer room--so much for my selfless sacrifice! Hmm...looks like I'm resuming this blog--will try to go back to the Weight Watchers theme, but don't have much interest in it. Weigh-in is tomorrow and I haven't gone for two weeks. Should do so, but do I really want to? Dunno.

Pat has been in rehab for five days. He seems to be showing some improvement, so I'm heartened. I'm sick as a dog myself. Went to the Philadelphia Flower Show with my friend, Vivian, yesterday, then stopped in to Seacrest Village where Pat is at 8 pm. Had a little dinner and went to bed, but woke at 11:30 with a horrible upset stomach. Staggered to the bathroom and--well, it's not a pretty picture. Still have queasy stomach, so slept and lazed around all day. Had nothing but a small bowl of cottage cheese today. Will try some toast now.

Pat still in hospital. He's now diagnosed with acute bronchitis, rather than pneumonia. Breathing very precarious, but some improvement. My diet has gone all to hell; just eating anything around. I know I've gained a lot back, but am not too interested at this point.

Pat has been in the hospital since Monday with pneumonia. It's been almost exactly a year since he was in for the same thing. Will probably not update this blog until he's better.