Almost there...

Monday, November 25, 2002

Reason number 787 I'm not having kids.

Wednesday, November 20, 2002

P.S. For those keeping track, it's been seven days. My project is officially spared. I get to keep my job at least through the first phase of the implementation, which puts me through August of next year.

Well, it's official. Kevin and I are on a diet. I'd like to lose about 20 pounds, but it won't make me too sad if I only manage 10 or 15. That would still be a significant improvement. And there's nothing like a whole lot of peer/public pressure to keep me on the bandwagon. So I expect that when I get weak, the little voice in my head will remind me that if I do treat myself to X, Y, or Z, I'll have to report the corresponding weight gain (or at least lack of weight loss) to the world. For the past couple of years, I've been stuck hovering right around 150 pounds, but there are some clothes in my closet that I want to fit back into, and I'm not just willing to give up and buy new, larger clothes. The good news is that I shouldn't have any trouble maintaining my weight once I've lost what I want to. It's just shifting from maintenance down into actual loss that is a bit tricky.

It's a funny thing though. It was a lot easier to stay slim when I couldn't afford to eat well. For the past few years, it's been such a fantastic revelation not to be a starving student, or an underpaid teacher, and to be able to afford a nice dinner out, and to not have to order the cheapest thing on the menu, and to be able to have a dessert if I really really want it. So, maybe I'll end up saving money as well as losing pounds. This could be good all around.

Now I just need to convince Rick to either take an exercise class with me, or go walking with me after dinner, or something of the sort on those nights that I'm not already dancing.

And for those who think it's just plain crazy to start a diet around the holidays, I would tend to agree, except that I have a secret weapon - Fezziwigs. Dancing for 8-10 hours a day, two days a week, should have a nice countering effect on grandma's stuffing and giblet gravy.

Wish me luck.

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

Oh poor neglected blog.

Thirty minutes to the management meeting. Seven days until I find out if my project gets cut and I'm laid off. Three weeks until Dickens Fair starts. And I've gone completely stupid.

I had this grand plan to write about the glory that is Fast Pass when I got back from Disneyland last weekend. Didn't happen. It's great. It makes a day at Disneyland much more pleasant. Read this for more info.

For some reason, for the last few days I've been an idiot. I had a conversation with Paul about carpooling that so closely resembled a scene from Monty Python that it was actually scary. Then I forgot my dance notes for the dance I was planning to teach on my desk at work. And this doesn't even begin to cover the blunder Rick pulled of forgeting about his Legato class that started on Monday morning at 8:30 until about 3 o'clock on Monday afternoon.

Meanwhile, today seems to be the day the karma fairy chose to toy with me. My watch stopped at midnight yesterday. And today in my first meeting at 9am, the heel of my right shoe fell off. Loudly. I have a management meeting in ten minutes. Luckily a facilities guy was in the building today and had some glue. I sure hope it holds.

Monday, November 04, 2002

Kev: I wanna change the color of my gold box to something ugly like beige, because there's never anything good in there.
Kev: Ooh, a crib bedding set! Yay! NOT.
Kev: "Lavendar Fairy Dress Up Set"
Kev: Who the heck do they think I am? Selling me fairy costumes and astroglide??
Ammy: I know the feeling. For some reason they always try to get me to buy power tools.
Kev: Every single thing in my gold box is for 0-24 months!
Kev: And then there's a can opener... Hrmmm.
Ammy: So who did you get pregnant, Kev?
Ammy: And how did Amazon know before you?
Kev: I sure hope the can opener isn't a family planning tool...