I think it’s time for a trim, don’t you? I look like a sheep dog.
Remember the great line from The Devil Wears Prada? “I’m just one stomach-flu away from my perfect weight” or something like that?
Well, yesterday I had a stomach attack (I’ve got IBS so these things are common) and now I’m 238.0. That’s just ten pounds above the weight I got down to. Nine pounds from the 220s. I’ll bounce up again, but that’s very encouraging. One needs these little encouragements to keep going.
I’ve done pretty well. Kept away from sweets (just ate a cupcake Alex and I made when they came for dessert and then sent the rest home with them). I don’t think I’ve eaten anything fried. Been to McD’s but just had the snack wrap and I’ve avoided that (I think just once this month). Way down on sodas — one Tab first thing and then an occasional Diet Ginger Ale later in the day, but mainly pushing the water.
It was just too damned cold to swim this week. On a few days this week the temperature rose above zero (never in double digits) and I just couldn’t face immersing myself in a pool when it’s so hard to get warm.
But next week … well, I’m not sure. It’s supposed to get cold again. Plus, I’m visiting Crusie as soon as she makes her doctor appointment (ahem!) which may be as soon as next week. We’ll freeze together.
I’m frustrated by my physical limitations. It’s started to remind me of my sister, who ate and lazed herself into immobility and then death. I’m tired of being unable to do stuff. I’m still not convinced my knees need replacing (well, they do, I suppose, but I have all sorts of other aches and pains). First step (and always first step) should be to lose weight, but I can’t put off my life until I lose weight. That way lies no life at all.
So … I’ll keep on this way, see the doctor, keep swimming. I’ve got a lot of issues with aging (with the idea of aging). I’m not ready to be disabled by lack of mobility.
Lots of stuff to deal with. Big progress on the laundry room — pantry’s organized, lots of stuff tossed, stuff washed down. Next to the hall closet, while Richie works on the lights in the kitchen. Progress, slowly but surely.
In the meantime I’m daydreaming about a new idea while I have two proposals out, so right now no deadlines, though I never feel really right unless I’m writing. But I need to get the third proposal done before I get started on somethings specific. But hey, I’m refabbing like crazy.
1. Lost of chunk of weight and well on my way to better health
2. Swimming (though not this week)
3. Decluttering (took a carful to Goodwill last week)
4. Not eating bad stuff
5. Going room by room, dumping, organizing
6. writing … going strong
So progress, not perfection. Good things are coming my way. I have a feeling 2014 is going to be absolutely lovely.