Things I collect, as re-discovered while doing a vicious cleaning: Bookmarks. Particularly unicorn bookmarks, many of which have dorky little unicorns on them, but almost all of which say things that I like. If there’s ever any doubt my heart is in the clouds, just check out the bookmark collection. Old correspondence, from the days before widespread email useage. I cannot, at the moment, decide if I should keep this stuff or not, which means that I will. Also: my character Kit’s entire online roleplay history from Classic X-MUSH, save…
goodness.
Apparently everyone I know, and a number of people I don’t, want to be in on this filter. :) If you find yourself here, it’s because you responded to the posting about it. If you don’t want to be on it, you’ll have to tell me, because I added everybody who responded. Big yay for the day: I weighed in this morning and finally was at 155 on my official weigh-in day. As I’ve been flirting with that number since…whenever I bleached my hair…but hadn’t seen it on the scale…
THUD!
THUD. Thunderbird Falls (or as I typed it a minute ago, Thudnerbird Falls, which made me and Trip laugh a lot) is submitted. Et voi fucking la, baby. I have now turned in everything that has a due date, except COYOTE DREAMS, which isn’t due until *March*, so no prollem. Goals for the remainder of August: do back cover copy. Finish PL proposal. Work on websites. Work on the house. And READ. READ, READ READ READ READ. Did I mention READ? miles to Mount Doom: 51
Ok, so…
Let me essplain. No. Is too much. Let me sum up. Last October, for no evident reason, a switch flipped in my brain. It was triggered by meeting my Dad, who said he’d given up sweets, and I said, “Me too!” and did, for forty days. I lost 7 pounds in those 6 weeks and have been on a downward trend ever since, which has culminated in about 33 pounds of loss since October 2004 and made for a total of 50 pounds lost since I was at my fattest.…
regarding weight loss
I’m taking a page from . I’m going to start using this journal, mostly for the friends-lock aspect of it, so that I can talk, mutter, bitch, whine, and hold myself accountable on my weight loss. There’re a variety of reasons for doing this. One is that I sort of assume the entire world’s not interested in my daily struggles, so I don’t particularly want to post it on my regular journal. Another is that I’m feeling the need to try to hold myself more accountable for what I’m eating,…