I'm just your average, everyday, divorced 38 year old girl -- overweight, tragically unhip,
and trying to make a life for myself. I live with two furry beasts, Dave and Abby, whose
feline mission in life is to choke me with their fur. Nothing special.
Thursday afternoon. There's nothing like a story of real suffering to help you see how insipid your own little gripes really are. Savannah Loftis needs a liver transplant and is being denied coverage under Medicaid. If you'd like to try to get her local congressman to intervene, click here, choose Casework Request for your topic and then paste the following into the message dialogue box:
I would like to ask the congressman to intervene in the case of Savannah Loftis, a little girl who needs a liver transplant and has been denied coverage under Medicaid. For more information on her case, please visit http://www3.caringbridge.org/nc/savannah/.
It won't take much of your time and it might just make a big difference in a little girl's life. Oh, and, if you think about it, take a moment today to appreciate how good your own life is, especially in comparison to this family's situation - I know that I will.
Wednesday (late) night. Maybe it's the Michael Buble CD playing on my trusty laptop or the endorphins from my Cardio Coach session still coursing through my veins, but I am feeling really strong right now. Yes, I've gained 20 (very hard-fought) pounds back since March. Yes, I made what might turn out to be a big emotional mistake last night with a member of the opposite sex. I've also been putting off major assignments at work. There's the bad news. It's here, as it nearly always is, for anyone who strolls by this little corner of the 'Net to read.
Want to know the good news? The good news is that I'm alive, I'm human, and I'm not giving up. I can lose that 20 pounds again and more, too. I know how to, I've done it before, and my body wants to release that weight. I can visualize it and the path from here to there is not so terribly long or arduous. The boy thing might still turn out not to be a mistake but, even if it is, it's over and I need to put it behind me. Work isn't in disaster mode, I just need to focus and get off my keyster when it comes to action items. Minimum progress is still being made, so it's not such a huge stretch that I can't get back up to speed. I've done such a good job of psyching myself out, but it really isn't hard, it's just a matter of making a commitment to myself and then keeping it.
Yes, I'm getting stronger by the minute and I still have hope, so I know that anything's possible. I won't ever be perfect and I don't need to be, I just need to do a little better than I am right now. This I can do.
A great weekend, too much food/not enough exercise, and a surprise phone call
Tuesday afternoon. I had a great weekend. I spent time with The Boy and his brother. I did loads and loads of laundry (resulting in piles of ironing). I went to the recycling center. I tried to get my dry cleaning out of hock but found that my faithful cleaners were closed for the holiday. I picked up a little around the house and changed the bedroom and bathroom over to the Summer linens, and I went to the Padres' game last night with one of my friends from the Junior League. (They won!) It wasn't the perfect weekend, but it was darned close, friends.
So, I ate too much, too often, and didn't exercise. What's new? I'm not even going to comment on it because it's just so familiar and boring now. Besides, beating myself up isn't working and it doesn't feel good, so I'm skipping it for now.
On the positive side, I got a very unexpected phone call Friday night. The cute boy I mentioned last week called me from the airport on the way to visit his parents. Yay me! I never expected nor implied that I'd have a phone call waiting for me after my lovely day at work and yet there he was. Not an obligatory call, but a call that he wanted to make. I know, I know, this doesn't have to mean anything and I shouldn't get my hopes up, but it was really nice and I liked the way that it made me feel.
