"What are you doing?" I asked Jimmy as he pored over his computer. When he finally answered me, he sheepishly said, " Ordering a couple of pairs of no-iron comfort-waist pants from Land's End in a larger size."
Poor Jimmy. He has worked so hard at trying to keep MY weight up that he's put on five or six pounds himself. Between take-out at several nearby restaurants, and having Whole Foods next door, we eat healthily and well, and my weight has been stable. I often don't have much appetite though, and get a lot of coaxing from Jimmy, "MMMmmmmm. Try some of this: it is SOoooo GOOD!" and he ends up eating two bites for every one of mine.
We finished up Round 4 at the hospital last weekend: 4 down, 4 to go. My counts are falling again, and I'm dragging around, but we're in good spirits, and very pleased with how well things are going.
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