Not gonna mention much about my father right now. He didn't return home. He's still at the assisted living facility.

I'm finally going to see my psychiatrist in five days (via video session) after over two months. I hope he's well and recuperated during his vacation. I'm fine, so there's nothing urgent to say to him. I mean, there's stuff, but I'm debating how much to bother mentioning. Just like with my therapist, I'm growing tired of these video sessions with pdoc. I know that I must "meet" with them, but there's a part of me that wishes I could just put the appointments on hold until this pandemic eases enough to allow in-person ones. Who knows when that will ever be?!?! I told my therapist that when that time ever comes, I'll attend the first in-person appointments with her, and pdoc, wearing beautiful dresses, as a celebration.

I lost 1.6 pounds this past week. I had lost 2.6 lbs during a four-day period prior to that (cumulative total 4.2 lbs or 1.9 kg). So I'm doing well with my weight loss and fitness journey. Regarding the latter, my husband and I have been exercising more. We could up it even further yet. I've lowered my daily calorie allowance for this week by a small amount because I'd like to reach my interim goal of getting into the next lower 10 lb weight bracket. If I do, that will be the lowest weight I've been in 2 1/2 years. It's certainly doable. I'll set a new interim goal after I reach that. I talked to my brother yesterday and he said that both he and my sister are also seriously striving to lose weight. Bro said he lost 20 lbs (9 kg). I'm not sure how much my sister lost. No one in my immediate family is naturally trim. We all have to work towards that, seriously.