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Update
Holy smokes, no entries for June at all. I've been neglecting Inner Peace.
The weight has been steady for a month now. I'm undecided on whether to settle here, which is about 4 pounds from my goal, or work harder and get it kickstarted again. Why quibble about 4 pounds? On the other hand, I thought maintenance would be more of a shift. I often still feel like a fat person. I still look at food as a comfort thing. At times I obsess on food, think I'm hungry when it's really something else, and am too susceptible to suggestion. Not always happy with how I look. Maybe it'll always be a struggle.
Now I'm going to be vague, and I apologize for that. I've had to let go of something that was once really important to me. It's a huge disappointment. Sometimes I deal with it by telling myself it wasn't what I thought it was, after all, so the loss doesn't seem so big. So focus has shifted, and for the most part it's a good thing.
Writing is going slowly. I'm working on a short piece for an anthology. It's taking time, but I have time so it's cool. I have a stack of slush to wade through, and appreciate Terry Martin's patience. It's getting harder to be personal with the rejection notes, but I try. Sometimes just can't: there's nothing positive to say. Harsh, I know.
Son Neil is no longer a teen. I teased him that he still seems 12. Daughter Rowan is off to music camp. She's such an independent kid in most ways. We had a great time shopping this week. Hint for parents of teenage girls: summer is a great time to look for fancy dresses. It's after prom season and stuff is on clearance. We got some great deals.
There was this dude, fortyish, sitting next to me near the changing rooms. He was there with a considerably younger woman, and she was trying stuff on and showing him. Some of it was quite provocative. I wondered if he was her dad at first, but most dads wouldn't have gone for some of the stuff she was modeling. Anyway he started commenting on Rowan, how this or that dress looked on her, suggesting she'd look good in blue, asking what color her eyes are.
It was a little creepy.
Anyway I'm grateful for closeness with my kids. Really enjoying their company. Hope we've done things right.
The weight has been steady for a month now. I'm undecided on whether to settle here, which is about 4 pounds from my goal, or work harder and get it kickstarted again. Why quibble about 4 pounds? On the other hand, I thought maintenance would be more of a shift. I often still feel like a fat person. I still look at food as a comfort thing. At times I obsess on food, think I'm hungry when it's really something else, and am too susceptible to suggestion. Not always happy with how I look. Maybe it'll always be a struggle.
Now I'm going to be vague, and I apologize for that. I've had to let go of something that was once really important to me. It's a huge disappointment. Sometimes I deal with it by telling myself it wasn't what I thought it was, after all, so the loss doesn't seem so big. So focus has shifted, and for the most part it's a good thing.
Writing is going slowly. I'm working on a short piece for an anthology. It's taking time, but I have time so it's cool. I have a stack of slush to wade through, and appreciate Terry Martin's patience. It's getting harder to be personal with the rejection notes, but I try. Sometimes just can't: there's nothing positive to say. Harsh, I know.
Son Neil is no longer a teen. I teased him that he still seems 12. Daughter Rowan is off to music camp. She's such an independent kid in most ways. We had a great time shopping this week. Hint for parents of teenage girls: summer is a great time to look for fancy dresses. It's after prom season and stuff is on clearance. We got some great deals.
There was this dude, fortyish, sitting next to me near the changing rooms. He was there with a considerably younger woman, and she was trying stuff on and showing him. Some of it was quite provocative. I wondered if he was her dad at first, but most dads wouldn't have gone for some of the stuff she was modeling. Anyway he started commenting on Rowan, how this or that dress looked on her, suggesting she'd look good in blue, asking what color her eyes are.
It was a little creepy.
Anyway I'm grateful for closeness with my kids. Really enjoying their company. Hope we've done things right.
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