10. Alice-short for Alice Price-Healy Little Liddel Abernathy McGuire-is six months old today, finally making the transition from "age measured in weeks" to "age measured in months." (This is followed by "age measured in years," but I try not to think about that too hard. It makes my brain make a funny and unappealing noise.) She continues to be ( Read more... )

I just did Sweatin' to the Oldies 2 (yes, with Richard Simmons) from one end to the other without pausing the DVD, passing out, taking painkillers, or puking. This is something I haven't been able to do since my back got really bad...so, y'know. Fall of 2007.

I am so happy I could cry.

1. Yeah, still scarce. I have found my limit, and my limit is sadly concrete. I'm posting semi-regularly at seanan_mcguire, largely because we've hit Book Promo Time (whee); the posting frequency there will go up as we approach actual publication. I'll try to keep things updated over here, too, but it's sort of like running uphill during an avalanche at this ( Read more... )

* MEDICAL: I still have back problems. This really shouldn’t be news to anyone who’s been here for more than fifteen minutes. On the plus side, we’ve got me on some new medications that seem to be working very, very well. Well enough, in fact, that my focus has been shot for the past several days because I didn’t know how to cope with the fact ( Read more... )

I hate it when my body gets confused about what time it is and decides that it's perfectly okay to start waking me up at four-fifteen, muttering 'gonna be late for work, gonna be late, gonna be late'. No, body. No, we're not. I promise ( Read more... )

Everyone has their own workout routine. Most of mine have been quite neatly shattered by chronic pain, the fear of making said chronic pain worse, and an inability to move. That being said, too much holding still makes me slowly lose my tiny mind. So -- since today is a blessedly low-pain day -- I decided to hop on the treadmill for a hundred ( Read more... )

( In which Seanan talks about the fact that, put bluntly, the way people size clothes makes no damn sense at all, and maybe that's part of why girls go crazy. Seriously, here, can we just cut this out before more people get hurt? May trigger body image issues, will include discussion of dieting and the fashion industry, as well as the fact that seriously, here, people are nuts. )

Yesterday, as a part of my grand Reassert The Basic Patterns Of Daily Life Before Someone Dies plan, I returned to my yoga studio for the first time in well over a month. Wednesdays are my heated yoga class, which I figured would probably be easier to handle; sure, I'd be bending and twisting inside a sauna, but the heat would cause my muscles to ( Read more... )

All right -- because folks are asking, I'm answering, in a rare, unlocked Weight Watchers post. (I normally lock these to avoid being triggery for my anti-dieting friends. I consider this polite. I also consider it polite to unconfuse my friends, when possible. When these situations combine, I become Captain Pedantic, and answer everything.) ( Read more... )

All right, here's the thing.

I'm an OCD girl in a world that doesn't fully believe that this can be an asset; OCD is, after all, the domain of Adrian Monk and that guy who washes all the skin off his hands. It's a disorder. Thus, I should be curing it, not catering to it. Only I have no desire to cure it, both because a) I know who I am, and I ( Read more... )