At my new goal weight…Aunt Marge and me at the Basilica, 1985
Tomorrow, my PT Nicole says she will massage my leg when I see her. Good thing because I am sore today after the PT yesterday. Plus David, Kathy and I walked a way this morning in Old Town Alexandria, eating breakfast at our favorite Italian bistro, Mancini’s and visiting the Happy Tart Patisserie afterward. I found pecan tarts for David (little pies), French Macarons (macaron parisien) for me (the non coconut variety), a little chocolate covered cheesecake and a custard and fruit tart….all gluten free.
The Macarons are strawberry filled with jam, pistachio filled with chocolate ganache, lavender and something else. I ate two of them and the custard and fruit tart for lunch. My Weight Watchers AP lists them, so I know the “points” involved.
I dropped five pounds last week, mostly because I could not eat, but am staying on course with food after reaching my goal of losing 40 pounds. I reset the goal to lose 20 more pounds (actually 15 now) because my doc says I should. My new goal will take me back to where I was when Aunt Marge began bugging me about losing weight. In other words, I was still overweight according to some.
While David naps, I am having my “cuppa” as Kathy calls it.
Nicole says she will place an adhesive strip of some kind over the scar across my knee and the scar tissue absorbs the chemicals in this strip, and breaks down. Sounds weird to me, but she appears to know what she’s doing. She suggests touching base with my surgeon before my next follow-up visit, Sept. 19, and gaining permission to rejoin the aerobics group at the pool. I stopped going before I had the surgery because it was so painful to do the moves. Now that my knobby arthritic knee is no longer, I should do well. I need to get back to the pool for my back’s sake. The arthritis in my spine is not getting better.
I can do the pool if only I regain my energy, which seems to be increasing a day at a time. Nicole is on a gluten-free diet too, and says she will bring me a recipe for the best chocolate cake ever. I’m no fan of cake, but wonder if chocolate is a miracle drug?
Sans pain killers, I was able to focus on reading again yesterday. Began David Hewson mystery The Garden of Evil, set in Rome and focussed on one of Caravaggio’s paintings. I think Hewson is a professor of art history in England.
When he limped up to the cash register at Mancini’s, David got into a conversation with a fellow about visiting the Sea of Galilee for an arthritis cure. Kathy told him Brother D could give him a vial of water from Lourdes. David then launched into how the pain is all in your head. Well maybe, but I could swear it affects my back too.