Sunday, Oct. 03, 2004
It's official: weekends are TOO SHORT! It's Sunday afternoon already and I am of the opinion it should still be Saturday morning at latest. Humph. I guess nobody told old Sol to give it some extra time because I slept in yesterday.
It was heavenly to sleep through for ten straight hours, though I wouldn't want to make it a habit. After going so long with insomnia, I was stunned when I woke up yesterday and glanced at the clock. Then I grinned and stretched, feeling better than I had in forever. Amazing what some extra sleep can do for you!
00 is supposed to come over this afternoon so I can take pictures. I'll have her snap some of me, too. And I'll try to dig up an old picture, from before I lost the weight. I am still fat - still need to lose another sixty pounds. (I revised my target weight downward now that I believe I can actually achieve it!) However, I want for my sake to see the difference, too. Even knowing I've lost four sizes and nearly seventy pounds since April, I look in the mirror and can't tell a difference. I know it intellectually and know I get comments all the time (all complimentary.) But I want to actually see and compare.
It will be ironic take photos now, especially since my hair is only now getting near the length it was in my 101 Things entry back in June. I felt like wringing the neck of the so-called beautician who hacked off my hair right after that photo was taken. I told her I was trying to grow it out, and her response was to give me a regular haircut - a men's regular haircut. I was spitting nails. Never again will I get it cut here in town. I'll drive to Phoenix or leave it shaggy, split ends be darned.
Walked to Wally World this afternoon, discovering in the process that it's much warmer today than it was this time last week. I'm guessing it's in the upper 80's (F) or thereabouts, still not heat-stroke weather. I pulled on my newest pair of pants this morning and realized that the next ten pounds will be painful to my wallet. I'm technically already down another size, but since I buy almost everything in stretch knits, most of what I have is fairly forgiving. However, even stretch can only forgive so much, and I'm about to reach the outer limits of absolution. As it is, I am constantly tugging on my slacks, pulling them up. I guess I'm right in style with the late 1990's, when the kids wore their pants two sizes too big, anyway. I don't know how they stand it - I find it annoying to extremes.
I also bought some new backs for my earrings. As I have said before, I don't wear a lot of jewelry. What I have is generally very simple. My ears are pierced and I wear plain gold earrings, generally small 14K studs, one in each ear. What a trendsetter, huh? Then again, I'm an old fart, and work in a business that requires me to dress in fairly simple, conservative style. I lost the back to one of the studs. Fortunately, Wally World sells the backs only for $2 a pair. I bought two pair of replacement backs, which should do me for a while, I think.
Ack... I'm looking at the clock and realize I've got a few things I still need to do today and only have another hour and a half before I have to leave for church, so guess I'd better get to it.
Oh and one note - I got the CD I ordered from Amazon. Love it love it love it!
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )