Countdown
I am, quite seriously, counting the hours for the next eight days until I get to have my "5 Day Weekend" next week. I haven't had time off since New Year's, and while that isn't all THAT long, it feels like easily 5,000 years considering all that has gone on. I'm a tired pup. I will be at the house in the country, doing nothing beyond reading, going to the gym, and exhausting Netflix. A friend and his BF are going to come for a couple of those days, but they have some side trips planned so on average I will be on my own. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for that. I have a high level of "life burnout" and want to get away. I'm even leaving the cats in the city, as dealing with transporting them is more than I want to do. The hubby will be off in England at that time, so the cats get a staycation all their own. They will probably destroy the apartment, but I really don't care.
I might not wear pants for days.
So, I'm six pounds down. A small number, but since my weight loss goal is only 20 lbs it is a pretty good start. Now, if I can do it by end of April that would be heavenly. We are set to go on vacation in California then. Napa, Yosemite, Sequoia and SF all figure in that trip. Not that any of that will have beach weather, but there is a slight chance I might want to wear a shirt that is not made by Abdul the Tentmaker, so I have set that time as my arbitrary goal date. For once, I would love to have some vacation pictures in which I don't look like I swallowed a small child. My career as an underwear model needs to take off at some time.
The husband is making heavy noises about relocating to California. The only thing that I think is keeping him from doing so at once is that his job is going very well at the moment here in the city. But he is very ready to go, and is getting to be a bit hard to handle on this. He is more marketable than I am job wise, so for me it would involve giving up my job, my friends, and my home(s). My parents are both gone now, so I don't have that as an anchor keeping me here anymore. But the idea of re-creating a life from scratch isn't highly appealing. Still, he watches TV programs showing amazing houses where he could have the garden he has always wanted. And gets ideas.
Eventually, he will cut his ties and want to go. I think I will have little choice but to follow.
But that is for the future. For now, I'm just happy to have some stability. Let what comes come.
Now I need to curl up and digest my dinner, which was larger than anything I have eaten in a long time.
I might not wear pants for days.
So, I'm six pounds down. A small number, but since my weight loss goal is only 20 lbs it is a pretty good start. Now, if I can do it by end of April that would be heavenly. We are set to go on vacation in California then. Napa, Yosemite, Sequoia and SF all figure in that trip. Not that any of that will have beach weather, but there is a slight chance I might want to wear a shirt that is not made by Abdul the Tentmaker, so I have set that time as my arbitrary goal date. For once, I would love to have some vacation pictures in which I don't look like I swallowed a small child. My career as an underwear model needs to take off at some time.
The husband is making heavy noises about relocating to California. The only thing that I think is keeping him from doing so at once is that his job is going very well at the moment here in the city. But he is very ready to go, and is getting to be a bit hard to handle on this. He is more marketable than I am job wise, so for me it would involve giving up my job, my friends, and my home(s). My parents are both gone now, so I don't have that as an anchor keeping me here anymore. But the idea of re-creating a life from scratch isn't highly appealing. Still, he watches TV programs showing amazing houses where he could have the garden he has always wanted. And gets ideas.
Eventually, he will cut his ties and want to go. I think I will have little choice but to follow.
But that is for the future. For now, I'm just happy to have some stability. Let what comes come.
Now I need to curl up and digest my dinner, which was larger than anything I have eaten in a long time.