I’m pretty proud of the fact that I lost 10 lbs in 2009.

Imagine gaining 20 lbs in about 4 months after keeping it off for 15 years. I was freaking out like Kathy Griffin likes saying the F-Bomb. As in BIG TIME.

THEN, I got a desk job where my boss makes cupcakes every other week, and we get wined and dined at hotels and industry parties….boom, another 10 lbs!

So the good news is….I’ve lost the 10 lbs I gained at my “new” now 3 year-old job.

Which leaves me with the 20.

I’m pretty sure I haven’t told the story of our first couple weeks in Seattle, have I?

Make yourself comfortable.

In June 2006, we’d sold our house in NY and rented an RV to get across country with Cady, Derby and Mia. Remember the old story problem about the farmer having to get the fox, the goose, and the bag of beans across the river? It was kinda like that except that the farmer didn’t need to drive 3,000 miles in 5 days so he could close on a new house.

Well, sometime during the packing and worsened by carrying a 65 lb dog up the stairs, I herniated a disc in my lower back. Except that I didn’t realize it until we were halfway across the country. The last half of our trip was excruciating, to say the least.

Fast forward to us getting here and concentrating on signing on the dotted line. Done and done, but Washington State has a deal where you close but you don’t get the keys for 3 days so we had a little more time to kill. At this point I knew my back was tweaked, but I could still walk.

Finally we can get into the house, and the movers are due to come so Chris buys a box of donuts at the Krispy Kreme that is 1.7 miles from our new house (at this point, I’ve only gained 5 lbs since we’ve left, but, still, I’ve gained 5 lbs in a week!). Completely oblivious that I’m starting some bizarre weight gaining explosion, I eat a donut. Then we get a call that the movers aren’t coming until Tuesday. Fine, that’s the day my mom’s coming in so perhaps she can help.

Chris and I go for an hour hike in the beautiful woods near our new house – my back hurts but it’s tolerable.

When we get home, I can’t help myself. I eat donut #2, and then we go off to Lowe’s to buy a washer and dryer (It’s June and I’m wearing a skort – this will be important later).

In the middle of washer/dryer shopping, I really start to feel yucky in a way I’ve never felt yucky before. I’ve had low blood sugar before, but this was different. By the time we get to the register, I’m calmly explaining to Chris that I’m going to faint and asking him to please watch my wallet (We’d just moved from NY, and I was sure someone was going to steal it off the counter once I was unconscious).

Down I went.

That was pretty much the last thing I remember until the nice Lowe’s lady was picking me up off the floor (thank you, skort, for maintaining my dignity). Of course, in Seattle, no one had stolen my wallet.

Chris said my eyes didn’t even close. I just slumped to the floor. I’m offered an ambulance which I politely decline because I’m not a doctor and haven’t the faintest (no pun intended) idea if I actually NEED an ambulance. I’ve never needed one before so I was a little unsure.

Plus now a crowd has gathered to see what all the excitement is about in Aisle 4.

Just a woman who’s going to fill out the 300 rebate forms as soon as she gets up off the floor. Nothing to see here.

Part Two – Mother of Carbzilla arrives and then we need the ambulance for real.

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