November 26th, 2001


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You know, I have noticed something about my life: I seem to enjoy my time away from work much more than my time at work. Strange, that...

Had a lovely weekend getaway, a leisurely drive south with C, met his grandmother, uncle, and aunt. I got a lot of sleep, relaxed, read, met some nice people, had some tasty food.

The aunt and uncle are both huge collectors. It was really funny. We were talking to them both, when Uncle asks me, "Do you like Dick Tracy figures?" I confessed that I didn't think I'd ever seen one, so he springs up to show me a display case filled with Dick Tracy dolls of all sizes. He then points out a variety of other toys, action figures, and so forth he has scattered about the room. We sit back down, and he tells us about the many vehicles, musical instruments, guns, and I-don't-even-remember-what-elses, which he has collected over the years. (Including, yes, 7 cars he had stored in the lower levels of his home, since he had constructed his 3-level house himself of steel and concrete.)

He springs up again to show C some of his latest acquisitions. I share a smile with Aunt. She is tired, leaning her head on her hand, and she shakes her head and says in a southern drawl, "Junk." I ask her, "Do you collect anything?" Her faces lights up as she says, "I do have a few dolls." She springs up and leads to me to I think it was at least 4 display cases filled with dolls, including one filled with nothing but bridal dolls.

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I have been feeling enormous all day today, and I hate it. I am hoping it is because my jeans shrank a bit in the wash, not because I have turned into a fat cow. A good argument for the former is the fact that my scale this morning claimed I was only 6.5 pounds away from my Goal Weight, when I was 7 away from it when I checked before leaving Friday. But I still feel enormous. I must do something about it.

I found a nifty site, which allows you to keep track of what you eat, your weight, activities, and such. According to it, if I am to lose 6.5 pounds by Christmas (a reasonable target I think), then I must lose 1.57 per week. Challenging, but not unthinkable.

The problem is that even while thinking all day about how much I would like to get skinny, I was also hungry all day, and craving all kinds of snacks. I didn't give in to all of my cravings, but some. Among other things, I ate a chocolate cigar, leftover from when my boss had babies. Quite self-defeating...but tasty, heehee....

I got home and there was a big envelope in my mailbox. It was from my friend B, who lives far away and occasionally sends me presents because he is a wonderfully kind person. Sometimes he bakes cookies. I hefted the envelope, and despite my day of skinny goals, my immediate thought was, "Too small for cookies." I am pathetic.

On the bright side, it was a music book, piano music written by Sarah McLachlan! She is a wonderful singer/musician. I already have some of her sheet music, and have learned to play one song (Ice) quite well. This new book has a couple of songs I like a lot. I think I am going to begin by learning to play and sing "Angel", which is just beautiful. Much much better than food, even cookies! *grin*
  • Current Music
    Angel by Sarah McLachlan