FOR TODAY
Outside my window lies a chilly, clear northern California night.
I am thinking about my husband, who is in southern California this week, overseeing the overhaul and bringing up to snuff of his rental house before he arranges for new tenants -- the first new tenants in well over 12 years. Yeah. Let's just say the house needed some work.
I am thankful for second chances. (How many times in my life can I say that? Not enough.)
In the kitchen lies my shopping list for tomorrow: I'll be making Weight Watchers chicken fried (brown) rice and batching it out into individual containers for the week.
I am wearing grey yoga pants, a navy blue tank top, a black cowl-necked top with three-quarter length sleeves, grey socks, and black UGG slippers.
I am creating a more centered inner space for myself, more balance, and greater peace. I think it's working - lol.
I am going to go to my Weight Watchers meeting tomorrow, shop for groceries, and then come home to work on admin/class-related matters for the upcoming week.
I am wondering how best to organize my research and writing time this semester -- for which I have received a grant. This means that I need to dedicate at least 8 hours of a conventional 40-hour work week to my market research, book proposal, and agent querying. Not that I work a conventional 40-hour week (try -- more). Do I dedicate a single day? Parts of two days? (I'm thinking 4 hours on Thursday and 4 on Friday might be more productive, given the other obligations that kind of crop up on a daily basis.) Need to decide on an approach to try for this week, at least. If it doesn't work, I can adjust my schedule accordingly.
I am reading Eckhart Tolle and Paisley Swann Stewart.
I am hoping to show a weekly loss at tomorrow's weigh-in -- but I'm not feeling in it my body. And that will just have to be okay. Onward to the next week.
I am looking forward to being paid on Wednesday: with out-of-pocket medical expenses and the trip to Las Vegas, January was an expensive month (the same will hold true for February in different ways: I need to buy my ticket to/from Boston and New York and put away money for my husband's March birthday present --> a Mac PowerBook laptop. Note: I can't really afford it, but I can pay for it, and I want to give him something nice).
I am hearing the sounds of CNN playing in my living room.
Around the house lie sleeping kitties.
I am pondering how it feels to have turned 51 yesterday. It's somewhat odd to realize in the wake of Las Vegas and last night that, having lost 100+ pounds about 6 years ago, I'm now more visible and "out there" for men to ogle and come on to, despite my age. I'm happily married, lost the weight during my marriage, and rarely put myself out there for such response -- but Las Vegas is its own weird scene, and I was on a dance floor last night with a couple of female friends, and I found myself the target of some male attention. Most women get used to this in their 20s ... not me! Odd ... and I'm realizing, of course, that it's not simply the weight loss; it's also a relatively recent comfort with myself, who I am. and a confidence that I didn't feel when I was much younger. Those things are probably attractive in and of themselves. How ironic: more male attention these days than I have any interest it.
One of my favorite things is rum and diet Coke.
A few plans for the rest of the week: address work issues contained in my email, establish a routine for the current semester, connect with my boss (who's totally gone underground -- what's up with that?), and continue to support my husband at a distance as he slogs through the care of his rental.
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