there, right there
My game of Fantasy Retirement was fun this morning, I picked the state, then the city, then the actual building I want to live in after I retire. LOL. The actual building! I even read the Yelp entries by renters, and learned that the building has replaced its elevators and its windows. So, when the Pandemic is over, I'll have to visit that city and see the building and pretend I'm looking to buy one of the condos for my retirement.
Well, perhaps I wouldn't be pretending.
Presumably I could rent it out until I'm ready to move in. Heh. But renters would fuck the place up, I'd have to renovate before I move in.
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At the condo, and K is joining me in a bit. I had more stress on the way here than usual, but, whatever, I'm here now.
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I can feel the weight loss OCD becoming more powerful by the hour. I would not be deploying this monster if I didn't need it, but I'll have to tame it again later, before I become anorexic.
I'm surprised I swiveled so quickly from "My job is impossible! I'm depressed! I can't get enough Time to Self!" to feeling fine hanging out at the house on the weekend, feeling OK about my job, and now having enough spare bandwidth to let out the weight loss OCD monster.
Perhaps the key to all of it was figuring out how to get enough exercise. I actually feel like I've got better control of my exercise habits than I've had since I lived by myself in SW DC. Back then I didn't have a scale, I didn't want to free the monster. But when I moved in with Tod I had to get a scale because dating him destroyed my eating habits, LOL.
So, this Quarantine is like the change in my life after I moved in with Tod. I need to let the monster loose until I have reset my eating habits. I wonder, will I improve my eating habits to the extent I improved my exercise habits, so that in a few months I'll be more fit than I've been in decades?
Then it will be fucking difficult to return to the office/commute lifestyle. Those 2-2.5 hours per day, plus ironing clothes and showering. LOL, I've been showering 2-3 times per week during Quarantine. And my hair is out of control!
Well, perhaps I wouldn't be pretending.
Presumably I could rent it out until I'm ready to move in. Heh. But renters would fuck the place up, I'd have to renovate before I move in.
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At the condo, and K is joining me in a bit. I had more stress on the way here than usual, but, whatever, I'm here now.
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I can feel the weight loss OCD becoming more powerful by the hour. I would not be deploying this monster if I didn't need it, but I'll have to tame it again later, before I become anorexic.
I'm surprised I swiveled so quickly from "My job is impossible! I'm depressed! I can't get enough Time to Self!" to feeling fine hanging out at the house on the weekend, feeling OK about my job, and now having enough spare bandwidth to let out the weight loss OCD monster.
Perhaps the key to all of it was figuring out how to get enough exercise. I actually feel like I've got better control of my exercise habits than I've had since I lived by myself in SW DC. Back then I didn't have a scale, I didn't want to free the monster. But when I moved in with Tod I had to get a scale because dating him destroyed my eating habits, LOL.
So, this Quarantine is like the change in my life after I moved in with Tod. I need to let the monster loose until I have reset my eating habits. I wonder, will I improve my eating habits to the extent I improved my exercise habits, so that in a few months I'll be more fit than I've been in decades?
Then it will be fucking difficult to return to the office/commute lifestyle. Those 2-2.5 hours per day, plus ironing clothes and showering. LOL, I've been showering 2-3 times per week during Quarantine. And my hair is out of control!