I lost a pound! This may not seem significant in the grand scheme of things, but I now weigh less than I have at any time in the last four years, maybe five. AND I weigh 18 pounds less than the excruciatingly giant weight I achieved during winter in Chicago. But, you know, at least I was insulated ( Read more... )

I got in Jamie's car this morning for my semi-weekly ride to BART and was overwhelmed by nausea as she pulled up to the station, so she took me right back home. Staying home sick is something I've always been fairly loose about. I had a headache through about a quarter of high school, and sometimes it was real. But today I am sick and I feel like ( Read more... )

and nauseated! so fun.

sad.

-A lovely gal named Ryannah is going to rescue Jamie and I from the roommate horror show. She is our age, female, employed, a student, and not Raffi ( Read more... )

I'm still wondering whether I did the right thing by quitting my job, moving my house, and initiating the break up. I was trying to make positive change, but I'm still waiting for things to get better.

Seriously, it is beautiful and sunny and not too hot and I have a porch and a backyard and I am going to the neighbors' barbecue.

Perfect.

My body feels like crap, but my soul feels pretty good from the weekend of boarding. I went with a group of strangers. My only link to them, Kal, bailed four hours before departure, leaving me to scramble for a passenger and friendless on the trip. Fortunately, I found Tatiana, a nutty ex-Soviet, who needed a ride to Tahoe to visit the man she's ( Read more... )

I don't think I've lost any more weight, but I'm back in my "skinny" ski pants. My "fat" ones used to pop open, but last round of snowboarding they did not. This time I'm trying the other pants!

Louis is filling my room with his big purr.