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So I have to make this a quick post…I am supposed to go look at houses in a little bit.

I recently went home for a visit and I think I did pretty good. Everyone fed me non-stop and I did my best to balance everything out. For 6 days of what I would consider “bad” eating, I gained 1.5 pounds. And am now thinner than when I left. Love it! And love the fact that I got to eat (well, more like sample since I can’t really eat big amounts like I used to) all of the foods I love dearly in the great state of O-H-I-O that you just can’t find here in NC.

While I was home, I stopped at my oh-so-favorite Steve and Barry’s to stock up on clothes. Which sucked. Why, you may ask? Size 14 (yes 14!!!) was wayyyyyyyyyyy too big, but darn it, size 12 was too tight! I think the best thing I took away from the whole thing was, “Holy crap, I am in a size 14 and they are baggy!!” Maybe not exciting to some people, but coming from a girl who was wearing size 18 jeans that were getting too tight…I am very happy : )

Still feeling great and loving the fact that I am at a very manageable weight. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to lose about 20 more pounds, but I am looking and feeling pretty darn good at my current weight. And with all of the traveling, working, and visitors I have had at my house in the last few weeks, I have not been as strict on my points and have still been losing weight…yea : ) I am looking forward to an empty house so I can get back on track and lose quicker! : )~

So I am sure you are sick of my rambling and wondering what in the world my headline is about? When I went home, my dad needed to go to the hospital to get stitches out of his fingers (long, weird story…he had an accident with a saw…) Anyway, he said we had someone else to stop and see while we were there and started crying. In my 27 years on this earth, my father has cried twice. Twice. And I remember each time vividly. He looked at me and said (remember, I am an only child), “We have to stop and see your brother. He’s dying.”

Yeah. That was my reaction too.

(Robbie <my brother>, my dad, and me at the hospital on the day we met.)

Turns out I have a brother who is sick with a rare lung disease. He is married (to a wonderful girl) with 3 beautiful daughters, who eerily enough, look just like me. I think everything turned out for the best. I mean, who wouldn’t be blessed to add 5 people to their family? And throughout the entire stressful time, I didn’t over-eat once. Well, I did drink. Maybe a little more than normal, lol. But nothing horrible that wouldn’t be expected. I am very proud of myself. And thanks to my friend Meigan (who is on here) for supporting me through this. And can I just add how awesome she is doing…girlfriend looks great! (Below is a picture of us at the bar when I was home…)

Seriously, if they ever made a movie of my life, I don’t think people would ever believe it. One thing you can always say is that my life never has a dull moment, lol.

Anyway, house hunting awaits! Have a good week! : )