A quick lil' update ovah heah
Mmmkay, so.
I've been bad about the blogging thing lately, so lemme toss ya a bone.
Next month will mark the 2-year anniversary of my surgery. I am thrilled to report that I am still a size 2, and I actually think that I've lost maybe 5 pounds since my last doctor's visit. That would put me at 138. I'm trying not to fixate too much on the numbers, and for that reason, I don't own a scale. Well, okay, and also the cats peed on our last one and broke it. Oy.
Anyway, the biggest challenge for me now, weight-wise, is to not lose much more of it. I know that I have a tendency for obsession, particularly about my weight, so I'm trying not to lose more than about ten more pounds. Andrew is doing his best to make sure that I eat at least a tiny bit whenever he eats, which is helpful because for the past month or so I have had almost no appetite at all, and could easily go most of a day without eating and not notice it. My hair has stopped growing again, so tomorrow I've got to start with the protein shakes again. Have to nip this in the bud before it starts falling out.
The other big news is that I'm the St. Mark's voting candidate for the upcoming diocesan assembly in Bethlehem. Our warden normally attends, but he has some other things requiring his attention this weekend and I'm excited to get to participate in this process. I've been warned that it will be a dry, potentially tedious day, and that there may be some pointed remarks made about our church by some in the diocese who are upset that we received mission funds for so long but haven't grown much in terms of our numbers. I'm hoping that this aspect will be minimal. I do think that since my conversion I've learned to roll my eyes at the crappy things that sometimes take place in the church, without becoming excessively disheartened by them. I believe Fr. Ted and I are carpooling up on Friday afternoon; Andrew will be driving himself over on Saturday to be an observer. Neat.
Teaching is back in full swing. I have a piano student who is just learning her first Bach piece: the C major prelude from Das Wohltemperierte Klavier. It's amazing to watch her finding her way through her first work by this towering genius. She says she likes it, which put a huge smile on my face. I remember that my mother once had an adult student who said he didn't like Bach because there "weren't any melodies." I called him an idiot to his face.
My parents will be driving down next week for Thanksgiving. We're having dinner on the actual day with Andrew's family, which I'm looking forward to because it will be the first time our parents have seen each other in about three years. The following day, we're getting together with Fr. Ted; this will be the first time that the Fabulous Five have spent time together post-Leipzig. Don't know quite what we're doing yet; I'm hoping for a museum.
Prison ministry is amazing. One of my mentees was released last week, and I am so, so excited for her. The other one currently on my roster is scheduled for release in April, but she has a job six days a week and has started to save up some money. We've started a scripture study of St. John's Gospel; why not jump in with both feet and rock it, right? So, I'm excited for her. She's in the process of deciding if she wants to be baptized, and I'd like to help her come to the right decision. I'm still doing the big study groups at the maximum-security prison, too, and although there have been a few upsetting nights (talkers, mostly), by and large it's incredibly rewarding. Last week, we started talking about the true, profound meaning of the word Logos. Some minds, I believe, were blown.
I'm hoping to get permission to bring the harp in to the prison for the Christmas Day Mass, which is a special event that includes the women and the men (with a row of guards down the middle) at the same time. I've got to call the person in charge of inmate services and ask permission to use the harp. Those guards have going to have a heart attack, seeing *that* thing getting wheeled through the corridors. Heh.
I've been bad about the blogging thing lately, so lemme toss ya a bone.
Next month will mark the 2-year anniversary of my surgery. I am thrilled to report that I am still a size 2, and I actually think that I've lost maybe 5 pounds since my last doctor's visit. That would put me at 138. I'm trying not to fixate too much on the numbers, and for that reason, I don't own a scale. Well, okay, and also the cats peed on our last one and broke it. Oy.
Anyway, the biggest challenge for me now, weight-wise, is to not lose much more of it. I know that I have a tendency for obsession, particularly about my weight, so I'm trying not to lose more than about ten more pounds. Andrew is doing his best to make sure that I eat at least a tiny bit whenever he eats, which is helpful because for the past month or so I have had almost no appetite at all, and could easily go most of a day without eating and not notice it. My hair has stopped growing again, so tomorrow I've got to start with the protein shakes again. Have to nip this in the bud before it starts falling out.
The other big news is that I'm the St. Mark's voting candidate for the upcoming diocesan assembly in Bethlehem. Our warden normally attends, but he has some other things requiring his attention this weekend and I'm excited to get to participate in this process. I've been warned that it will be a dry, potentially tedious day, and that there may be some pointed remarks made about our church by some in the diocese who are upset that we received mission funds for so long but haven't grown much in terms of our numbers. I'm hoping that this aspect will be minimal. I do think that since my conversion I've learned to roll my eyes at the crappy things that sometimes take place in the church, without becoming excessively disheartened by them. I believe Fr. Ted and I are carpooling up on Friday afternoon; Andrew will be driving himself over on Saturday to be an observer. Neat.
Teaching is back in full swing. I have a piano student who is just learning her first Bach piece: the C major prelude from Das Wohltemperierte Klavier. It's amazing to watch her finding her way through her first work by this towering genius. She says she likes it, which put a huge smile on my face. I remember that my mother once had an adult student who said he didn't like Bach because there "weren't any melodies." I called him an idiot to his face.
My parents will be driving down next week for Thanksgiving. We're having dinner on the actual day with Andrew's family, which I'm looking forward to because it will be the first time our parents have seen each other in about three years. The following day, we're getting together with Fr. Ted; this will be the first time that the Fabulous Five have spent time together post-Leipzig. Don't know quite what we're doing yet; I'm hoping for a museum.
Prison ministry is amazing. One of my mentees was released last week, and I am so, so excited for her. The other one currently on my roster is scheduled for release in April, but she has a job six days a week and has started to save up some money. We've started a scripture study of St. John's Gospel; why not jump in with both feet and rock it, right? So, I'm excited for her. She's in the process of deciding if she wants to be baptized, and I'd like to help her come to the right decision. I'm still doing the big study groups at the maximum-security prison, too, and although there have been a few upsetting nights (talkers, mostly), by and large it's incredibly rewarding. Last week, we started talking about the true, profound meaning of the word Logos. Some minds, I believe, were blown.
I'm hoping to get permission to bring the harp in to the prison for the Christmas Day Mass, which is a special event that includes the women and the men (with a row of guards down the middle) at the same time. I've got to call the person in charge of inmate services and ask permission to use the harp. Those guards have going to have a heart attack, seeing *that* thing getting wheeled through the corridors. Heh.