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How can it be December already?

Once again, I've failed to update for almost a month. This last year, it's been hard to find the time to babble much.

So, here's the good, the bad, and the somewhat surreal:

Good: Our new staff member (I have to stop calling them minions), Bryan, came in for training one day mid-November, and started for real this week. He seems to fit in well, work fast, think clearly and logically, and actually care about doing things right. I dearly hope that all of those things continue to be true.

Good: I jumped on the Weight Watchers bandwagon a few weeks ago. Everyone else was doing it, and I figured that I might as well let peer pressure work for me. Of course, the day I started was a light day, so the base number they're tracking from is actually about five pounds less than where I was averaging. I'm down five pounds by their numbers, ten by mine. I completely failed to stay anywhere near my point allotment last week, but still was down a little. There's a long way to go, both to the ten percent they recommend and to my actual goal, which is more like twenty percent, but at least it's a good start.

Good: My family seems to all be speaking to each other, even after spending Thanksgiving together. Since I spent most of the fall avoiding talking to my mom after a spectacular fight following my last visit home, it's quite nice to be back on reasonably good terms again.

Good: Over the holiday, I insisted on taking some time with my brother and his fiancee to talk about what they wanted in their ceremony, and also for some premarital counseling. I was a little nervous. It would have been easy for them to laugh off the idea of their spinster big sister giving them relationship advice. Fortunately, they took it seriously, and we had a pretty good discussion. I'm so proud of them, and so happy for them.

Good: In the last month, I've had some time to visit with some of the people I don't see enough of, including but not limited to turtle_morn and her toddler son.

Bad: Somewhere over Thanksgiving weekend, I picked up a nasty cold (I'm guessing from said toddler). I believe this is karma biting me on the ass for being foolish enough to be proud of how healthy I've been for the last several years. The cold and the untreated asthma[1] did not play well with each other, and so yesterday morning I visited the walk-in clinic and then picked up a bagful of assorted drugs at the pharmacy. Yay for drugs! However, while there I learned something good: my blood pressure is normal, 122 over 80. Given the amount of weight, stress, and anxiety I carry around on a regular basis, I had figured it would be high.

Bad: I missed work on Monday, and on Wednesday morning, and I've been scrambling to catch up. I also have practically no voice, which is making it really challenging to train Bryan. Fortunately, he's a good sport about it.

Surreal: I'm going to Revels on Saturday. I can't even remember when I last went to Revels, but it's probably been more than five years. I expect to have a good time, but I keep thinking about it and being a little bemused by the idea.

Surreal: In the last month or so, in entirely unrelated events, two of my friends (both of whom habitually say little to nothing about their personal lives and thoughts and problems) have briefly opened up and told me everything. I hasten to add that I think this is good, and in both cases I wish they'd do it more often. I like listening to people, I want to be supportive. It's just a little odd, especially so close together.

All of the above: OMG it's December! I love Christmastime, and everything that goes with the holidays - except for the constant feeling that I'm not getting everything done. I really am about a week behind where I like to be with my preparations. I haven't even bought Christmas cards, let alone sent them out, and I've barely thought about buying presents. At least I'm not planning on baking this year.


[1] Known condition, untreated because it hadn't bothered me much until this week. I was diagnosed in high school with exercise-induced asthma, cough variant. I had an inhaler for it at that time. Once I stopped having mandatory exercise, I stopped needing to treat it. Weight and age both combined to make it worse, and I figured that when I had a physical, I would ask the doctor about whether I should be considering regular meds for it. I just came up a couple months short.


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Dec. 4th, 2008 09:50 pm (UTC)
I've missed you. Glad to see a post from you again.

We need to get together in the near future, unless you're avoiding me. Not that I'd blame you. I'd avoid me too, but I can't, so I just point and laugh at myself until I go away.
Dec. 4th, 2008 09:59 pm (UTC)
Not avoiding you - actually, it's your turn. Last time I called you, you said you were in two shows, and when you had a life again you'd call.

This week not good, however, on account of the sick.
Dec. 5th, 2008 02:33 am (UTC)
Huh. In that case, I deeply apologize and have a life again. Let me know when you're feeling better, and I'll be in touch in the meantime.
Dec. 8th, 2008 06:36 pm (UTC)
So, I was going to suggest some time next week, but it appears John beat me to the punch.
Dec. 11th, 2008 03:32 pm (UTC)
Well, you can always book time with me on your own. It's your place, too.

That said, you have an email to respond to. ;)
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Dec. 4th, 2008 11:29 pm (UTC)
Oh, yeah, starting goal is 10% of course. And, really, even if I don't lose another pound ever, I'm happy to have taken off what I have already. That doesn't mean I should lose sight of the actual goal, which is to be healthy.

If I were aiming for the high end of the WW suggested range for my height, that would be 36% from my starting weight. That's also what I weighed when I came back from Egypt, and it really wouldn't be healthy for the opposite reason. 20% is not an unrealistic long-term target, I promise.

I could swear I'd talked actual numbers with you before, but I'd be happy to discuss it elsewhere if you want. For some reason, my weight is the one thing that I really feel uncomfortable about posting to LJ.
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