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Every tatter in its mortal dress
May. 2nd, 2010 09:42 pmI'm relieved that things have been slow this weekend - I've been feeling mentally wrung out for a while, and the quiet was nice. We hit the gym a couple of times, I've been cooking a lot, and we also went to a smaller farmer's market that I hadn't been to before, which of course renewed my interest in possibly setting up a stall that sells crepes. I may allocate some brainspace to actually figuring out if this weird little pipe dream is possible - it would be a pretty big project for me, but maybe it can be done. It would probably take small business loan - maybe on the order of five thousand dollars - and figuring out a prep space that would pass muster - but...I don't know. I'd love to actually manage it.
The gym scale, which has been out of order for about a week, now tells me that I'm about two pounds away from a major weight loss goal, which is nice. It brings me back to where I was about five years ago. It'll be thirty-seven pounds lost, so that makes the next weight loss goal a mere three pounds away for forty pounds lost...round numbers are so tempting that way! In a completely unjustified bit of whining, I'm trapped between sizes, wavering back and forth between and 18 and a 16 depending on each individual item, so I feel like I can't buy new stuff yet am sick of having my jeans bag like crazy (I can take them off without unbuttoning them, which amuses me no end). On the other hand, I'm unearthing things in my closet that I can fit into again. But I want to buy new clothes! And I can't! Maybe I will look on Ebay.
Bemo has not yet been able to climb out of his winter-worsened depression. I have been able to remain supportive, but hate that that's all I can do for him right now, magic wands being scarce on the ground. On the other hand, the weight loss on both our parts (he's been eating better as I have, and going to the gym, and has lost about thirty pounds) has improved our sex life, which should have been obvious but was actually a bit of a surprise on our parts.
I'm so glad spring is here, and has been so lovely. Cool temperatures, beautiful blue skies, even an occasional thunderstorm with dramatic lightning and rain. The thing where big raindrops fall on hot asphalt and you get that smell that you remember from your childhood. I think I'll even be able to tolerate the heat of summer better this year, although I make no promises about whether or not I'll be whiny when it hits 90 and I feel like a pancake on a griddle.
The gym scale, which has been out of order for about a week, now tells me that I'm about two pounds away from a major weight loss goal, which is nice. It brings me back to where I was about five years ago. It'll be thirty-seven pounds lost, so that makes the next weight loss goal a mere three pounds away for forty pounds lost...round numbers are so tempting that way! In a completely unjustified bit of whining, I'm trapped between sizes, wavering back and forth between and 18 and a 16 depending on each individual item, so I feel like I can't buy new stuff yet am sick of having my jeans bag like crazy (I can take them off without unbuttoning them, which amuses me no end). On the other hand, I'm unearthing things in my closet that I can fit into again. But I want to buy new clothes! And I can't! Maybe I will look on Ebay.
Bemo has not yet been able to climb out of his winter-worsened depression. I have been able to remain supportive, but hate that that's all I can do for him right now, magic wands being scarce on the ground. On the other hand, the weight loss on both our parts (he's been eating better as I have, and going to the gym, and has lost about thirty pounds) has improved our sex life, which should have been obvious but was actually a bit of a surprise on our parts.
I'm so glad spring is here, and has been so lovely. Cool temperatures, beautiful blue skies, even an occasional thunderstorm with dramatic lightning and rain. The thing where big raindrops fall on hot asphalt and you get that smell that you remember from your childhood. I think I'll even be able to tolerate the heat of summer better this year, although I make no promises about whether or not I'll be whiny when it hits 90 and I feel like a pancake on a griddle.