I don't know what my weight is at the moment ... we're at the farm, and the scales at the little house and farm definitely don't agree, with those at the farm being less likely to be correct. It's possible I'll be able to get over to the little house tomorrow or the next day before breakfast to weigh myself. I assume I'm about the same. We did eat Christmas foods this week including a New York style cheesecake that I made myself, but cheesecake especially is like the opposite of my friend when it comes to weight loss. I'll be glad if I hold my own and stay about where I was last week.
We had an odd Christmas. Despite all the outdoor decorations being up for a couple of weeks and making it feel like we were on top of things, somehow I was still addressing the last batch of Christmas cards (which are, my family's cards) on the 24th. They did all get sent, but it was characteristic of all the last-minute Christmas stuff. It was hard to work in shopping with my husband for our son's gift and stocking stuffers, and almost impossible for me shopping for him. A few things intervened -- someone I care about needed help on the 20th and 21st, and one of our cats got sick and needed to be taken to the vet on the 21st and the 23rd. (The latter meant two-hour blocks taken out of days when by then, I needed every minute for Christmas-related tasks.) I think between the 20th and the 24th, I got about 5 hours of sleep a night: I am not someone who does well on little sleep, and was entirely worn out by midnight on the 24th. Then our son woke us up on Christmas morning at 6 am, then 7 am, in hopes we'd get up to open presents. (We were up by 8 am. It's a good thing he's 13, or we wouldn't have been able to fob him off. He didn't go back to bed, but left the gifts alone and went downstairs and made tea.) I napped on Christmas day... that helped to remove the brain fog, but then realized we hadn't made plans for cooking dinner and that if I didn't hop to, there wouldn't be any. That's how organized everything was.
It is nice to be at the farm. Our son loves it, and really noticeably so do the dogs. They couldn't stop running wildly around. Who can blame them -- at the little house, they only have a fenced side yard, but at the farm they have five acres. Our littler dog, Coco, is getting fat, all she does in the suburbs is hide in her doghouse so the bigger dog (Delphie) doesn't make her be the football in a game of football. At the farm, they are both out and about all the time, though Delphie runs like a greyhound and Coco more like a dustmop. We've been working on Coco's diet so she will lose some of the fat, but due to her sedentary life in the suburbs, have been about as successful with her as I have with my own waistline. While she's here, she's definitely going to beat me in the diet-and-exercise department unless I find an equivalent of running around the fields myself. (Photos of these creatures are in my photographs if you'd like to see. Coco is wearing her hair longer now, though. Covid-19 hair -- can't get to the stylist, you know. LOL)
Here is hoping everyone had a good Christmas, (as Barb says, if that's a holiday you celebrate), and will have a wonderful New Year.