11/30: Picked up some craft items from Creation Station Recycling Center and picked up cooking goods for the women’s Christmas party tomorrow. I worked on senior crafts all afternoon. Something at lunch made me nauseated. I think it was the salsa.

12/1: Tonight was the women’s “Night In” at church. I dressed in my Grinch footie pajamas. A couple others had Grinch attire too. I always did like the Grinch. It’s nice to see a cold heart warmed by love. We had snack foods. The blue corn tortilla chips were great with the cheesy salsa dip. I got home and worked on snowmen decorations again.

12/2: Went to two Arts and Crafts shows. Mom bought the cutest deer made out of logs. We were gone for over 4 hours.

After lunch, I worked on snowmen decorations again. The hats were taking an excessive amount of time, so mom had a great idea. She told me to use the fingertips out of little gloves. I found 4 that had no mates, so they got chopped.

I’m very frustrated about my food intake. I’m not making any progress. I haven’t attempted to try new foods. Fear and complacency are making me miserable.

12/3: Not a good day. Woke up with blood sugar of 327. I was very nauseated and moody when I got up. Went to church and lazed the entire day. Not an ounce of energy in me.

12/4: Dad told me he couldn’t play his saxaphone for tomorrow’s nursing home program because it makes him too nervous. I heard him practicing when I got home from work, and he wasn’t kidding. It sounded like a frog was stuck in his horn. He felt bad about backing out, but I’m not concerned. God will work it out.

Out of curiosity, I took a rough estimate of the distance Mary and Joseph traveled. The trip from Nazareth to Bethlehem was about 90 miles! I can’t even imagine a pregnant woman having to do this. Even riding on a donkey would be excruciating. These little details make Jesus’ birth so awesome.

12/5: The program went very well. God came through once again. The residents loved the program and were so excited and thankful for the ornaments. Dad and I went shopping to find a gift for mom. Sorry mom, no more details because I know you’re reading this! She hates secrets.