Shop Hop

I was looking at my blogspot profile and I realized that maybe I should spend some time blogging about my "interests". So today I will talk about my involvment with the Piecemakers by the Bay Quilt Guild of Rockport.

Recently we went on a "Shop Hop" traveling from quilt store to quilt store by charter bus. We started in Rockport at Golden Needles then loaded the bus and headed north to Port Lavaca, then on Blessing and back south to Victoria, TX.

I am the guild treasurer and somehow that translates bus stewardess, as I had to take up lunch money, pass out gift bags and administer cookies during the trip. I had a great time with these good friends.

Golden Needles Quilt Shop of Rockport, TX

Catherine Passing out Gift Bags

Look at those REDS in Blessing, TX

Quilter's Patch in Victoria, Texas

Cat Nap

To see all my Shop Hop pictures, click on Cat's Random Pics in the right of this post and then look for and click on "my public gallery". Then look for the album titled: Shop Hop.

Standing on the Brink of Greatness

Yesterday I went to see the doctor and for the first time in my life I saw them record something on my chart that had never been recorded before: 100 lbs.

For those of you just joining us, about 6 months ago my doctor prescribed an appetite stimulant (a progesterone) because I weighed 80.5 lbs. and had no appetite.

First of all, not having an appetite is a phenomenon most people can not identify with. It would be like me trying to understand someones experience with Social Anxiety Disorder; I just don't get it. I've tried to understand it, but I can't and yet I know it is real to them.

So let me explain my experience. It's simple: I had NO appetite. I ate only because the clock said it was time to eat and most of the time I forgot to look at the clock. Who forgets to eat? When I did eat, nothing appealed to me. I don't know where my appetite went, all I knew was it was gone and I was losing weight....again. I was frustrated and worried.

Yesterday at the doctors office, I told him that when he prescribed the medicine I was skeptical that it would work, and he confessed to me that he didn't think it would work either. So needless to say he was thrilled with my progress and never imagined that I would do so well. He calls my weight gain "reserves" for the next time I get sick and he wanted me to start lifting weights to develop some muscle mass.

It feels good to have an appetite. It feels good to get cranky when dinner is late. Everything tastes good to me: Mac and Cheese, meat, burnt brussel sprouts, whatever..........gimme, gimme, gimme, my name is Jimmie!