ay me
I just got back from my first trip to the 'Lou since November, and I leave out for Savannah tomorrow on a work trip. So, for now, I'll just give a quick update on what's been going on.
Packing and such is going pretty well. A lot of stuff is over at Tony's house now, and we move the furniture on Saturday. That will give me enough time to clean the place before the carpet cleaners come--I need to schedule that appointment for Wednesday or Thursday. I figure I'll do the walk through with the apartment folks on Friday. That leaves me Saturday to fix/clean anything that they want fixed/cleaned, or to argue with them about it. And then I'll just need to unpack and settle in to Tony's...I mean, our house. I really don't enjoy moving at all, but anything is better than the silliness of my last move. I think I'd just really like to feel settled at this point.
I've also decided that once I'm finally moved in, I'm going on the South Beach diet. About half the people I've discussed this with winced at the word "diet," the other half seemed to think it was a good idea that will lead to (hopefully) permanent changes. I've been putting it off, mostly since I was sick pretty much all of January and out of town at random times in February, March, and April. I feel like I can't trust myself when I eat. My problem is that I love food. Sure, I like healthy stuff. I am actually quite fond of fruits, veggies, fish, chicken, legumes, and whole grains. However, I absolutely LOVE junk food, especially chocolate and fried foods. And while I don't usually seek out such indulgences, they manage to find me where ever I go. I also eat at totally random dinner times and on the weekends, which I need to change. I can't eat dinner at 9 p.m., then go to bed two hours later.
The trip to STL was fantastic. As always, I left before I wanted to. I miss that city and my people and my college experience. I miss living in a city where there's always something to do. I miss all of my friends, who know me almost as well as I know myself. And I really miss four seasons of weather...although the nastiness this weekend was not welcome, but it could've been worse.
Okay, I'm going to go home now. I was going to go to the cheap seats, but I think my cat would probably like to see me. Maybe I'll watch some more of Arrested Development season two and try not to get depressed.
Packing and such is going pretty well. A lot of stuff is over at Tony's house now, and we move the furniture on Saturday. That will give me enough time to clean the place before the carpet cleaners come--I need to schedule that appointment for Wednesday or Thursday. I figure I'll do the walk through with the apartment folks on Friday. That leaves me Saturday to fix/clean anything that they want fixed/cleaned, or to argue with them about it. And then I'll just need to unpack and settle in to Tony's...I mean, our house. I really don't enjoy moving at all, but anything is better than the silliness of my last move. I think I'd just really like to feel settled at this point.
I've also decided that once I'm finally moved in, I'm going on the South Beach diet. About half the people I've discussed this with winced at the word "diet," the other half seemed to think it was a good idea that will lead to (hopefully) permanent changes. I've been putting it off, mostly since I was sick pretty much all of January and out of town at random times in February, March, and April. I feel like I can't trust myself when I eat. My problem is that I love food. Sure, I like healthy stuff. I am actually quite fond of fruits, veggies, fish, chicken, legumes, and whole grains. However, I absolutely LOVE junk food, especially chocolate and fried foods. And while I don't usually seek out such indulgences, they manage to find me where ever I go. I also eat at totally random dinner times and on the weekends, which I need to change. I can't eat dinner at 9 p.m., then go to bed two hours later.
The trip to STL was fantastic. As always, I left before I wanted to. I miss that city and my people and my college experience. I miss living in a city where there's always something to do. I miss all of my friends, who know me almost as well as I know myself. And I really miss four seasons of weather...although the nastiness this weekend was not welcome, but it could've been worse.
Okay, I'm going to go home now. I was going to go to the cheap seats, but I think my cat would probably like to see me. Maybe I'll watch some more of Arrested Development season two and try not to get depressed.