Things are still the same here, unfortunately. I'm exercising sort of sporadically and not tracking my food, despite my 4,000 resolutions to "start fresh." I was at my sister's house this weekend to visit with her and see the new (teeny-tiny) baby. I kept raiding her snack cabinet -- I am the worst example of a Weight Watcher in the nation. They are going to send someone here to film me for a "Don't" video, I think. I actually would be OK with that, if they'd pay me.
Money has returned to the top of my worry list now that it seems that the little guy is going to be fine. Money, closely followed by work, then angst over my fat, then my assorted neuroses. It's a more comfortable set of worries, though, than being afraid of losing my sister or my new nephew.
I leave for another work trip next weekend. I requested this Monday off, which is going to be a "staycation" day where I take care of all the little things I need to do but don't have time to get done in a regular week.