I'm HUNGRY.
That is all.
12. I really hate the fact that my tummy floats. I mean, I'm feeling all slim and sleek, and then I take a soaking tub bath - I know, I know, TMI - but there it is, floating, as if to say, you think you're getting slimmer, but you're got a lot of running yet to do, fatty. It isn't even firm--it moves with the water. Ew, I know. If you're not in your 40s yet, behold: here's what you have to look forward to. I remember the first time I saw my grandma naked by mistake. I had nightmares for weeks. Now all I can think about is: that will be me some day.
I had a full glass of wine. I love to do this after a long run or long week of running, because it goes straight to my legs. They get all warm and weak and stuff.
10. This week at work, I resisted the urge to tell another clinician, you're an idiot. I know, I know. *snif* Your baby is growing up. Not that she didn't totally deserve it, because she is. An idiot, I mean.
But I resisted, which means I'm getting all mature and shit.
9. Thursday is official cheat day for me. By then I've banked a lot of extra activity points in WW. I don't make Saturday cheat day because that's day before weigh day. I don't use my activity points, for the most part. when I say binge, I'm talking about the extra 35 points I get each week, my "anytime" points.
Last week I went down to the South Valley in Albuquerque and got 2 donuts. Cheat day a ritual that I plan carefully in advance. I haven't decided yet what this week will be. I'm pretty sure that whatever it is, it will be fried.
Yeah baby. Hey, you fried--whatever you are--come to mama.
8. Addendum to #13: I'm TIRED.
7. I really did think that once a person turned 45, that they would stop worrying about what other people think of them. I guess it never ends.
Of course, having said that, it occurs to me that I only worry about what people my age and older think about me. So when you think about it, the number of people about whom I worry as to their opinion about me dwindles every year. If you're under 45, I have to honestly say I don't care. So there's that. A very good thing about getting older, which almost offsets floating tummy fat.
6. I'll be starting back to school soon. My two classes encompass two of my running days. That means that on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I HAVE to get up at 5 and run. Which means on Mondays and Wednesdays, I HATE to get to bed early.
5. Addendum to #13 and #9: I SMELL BAD.
4. With regard to #6, Sweet Baboo still tolerates me.
3. Now that I'm out of contact lenses, all my running will be done with my bifocals, because in addition to being a procrastinator, I'm also disorganized, and can't find my prescription sunglasses. Don't bother telling me this is all my fault. I already know it. I already am forming two painful indentations in the sides of my nose. Sometimes I feel like I'm not a real person, with my pills, hearing aid, glasses, and inhaler. I'm practically a cyborg.
Meanwhile, I'm married to a man whose thyroid works fine, has no mood disorder, perfect hearing and vision, never needs Albuterol, is wicked fast, strong, runs up 12k mountains with no altitude sickness. I bet you're wondering why he married me.
It's simple: I cook. There are other things, too. We don't need to talk about them here.
2. This is Weight Watcher's conceptualization of Hunger. I so want one of these things. It's adorable. It's even more adorable than the naughty furry credit rating that wets the carpet on TV.
Look: He has a unibrow! {{{{{}}}}}}
Look: He has a unibrow! {{{{{}}}}}}
1. I have awesome friends. In case you thought you had great friends because they send you cards and call you on the phone - look again: we have friends crewing and pacing for Baboo at Leadville who are willing to eat sparsely, sleep intermittently, run in the middle of the night, eat a lot of dust. I also have a couple of volunteers to crew for me at Javalena Jundred. I think you'll agree I'm an extremely lucky woman to have such friends!
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