|
Last year: But I hate listening to illogical and ill-planned arguments. It makes me want to jump the other way just in reaction. |
I called Kris last night to let her know I couldn't play tennis today, and she said, "You tell your doctor that I said this is simply unacceptable!" she said.
I told Kris that it had occurred to me that the whole reason for this was that I had worn a knee brace that was too tight. She agreed that might have been the root of the problem, then suggested that I have the doctor get me a good brace in the right size. "Just tell her this is something that you want to be a part of your life - and you do want this to be a part of your life!"
And I thought I was enthusiastic about playing tennis...
Gah. I want it to be fall, already. The weather was so beautiful over the weekend - highs around 70, clear skies... Just perfect. Exactly the way I like it. Now we're back to highs around 90 and rain.
Bah.
I'm telling you, the plaque on my teeth is made of lead, or uranium, or something like that. I lost 2 and a half pounds in the time it took me to go downstairs and feed the cat, take my medicine, make lunch for Matt and I, lay back down for a few minutes, and then brush my teeth. I didn't go to the bathroom in that time, or chop off anything, or do anything else to lose significant mass from my person. I drank two mouthfuls of water to take my drugs, even. All I did was brush my teeth. Two and a half pounds. I even stepped off the scale and back on a couple of times at both weighings, just to be sure.
How do I record that on my daily log? Do I put down the higher weight, so I won't be disappointed later? Or optimistically choose the lower one? The lower one was closer to the official weight I'd had in the doctor's office the other day, but I'm hoping not to be back in the doctor's office for a few months, still.
I wound up picking something in about the middle, closer to the higher weight.
But I'd still like to know what causes it. I'd think the scale weighs lower when the bathroom is steamed up (Matt took his shower while I was making lunch) but it frequently pulls this trick when the shower hasn't been used. Bah. I don't know.
Word of the Day: majordomo - head steward in a large household; butler; a person who speaks, makes arrangements, or takes charge for another
Diamond isn't speaking to Matt, and he isn't very happy with me. In the space of about three days, Matt trimmed his claws and then - ultimate indignity - changed his flea collar. So he's angry with Matt, and nervous of me by extension, I think.
Though of course we don't get let off the hook altogether. Diamond is the household majordomo, while Matt and I are only under-servants. He lounges on the floor staring at us through slitted eyes, as if to say, "You know what your duties are. Get on with them."
- The Deed of Paksennarion by Elizabeth Moon
Current Projects:
-
Diet Progress: 14 lbs lost
| Previous Reflection |
Current Reflections Reflect Back |
Next Reflection |