Ever get a stretch where things just aren't breaking your way? Cue Joe Walsh: "I can't complain, but sometimes I still do..." Well today I got one or two breaks and I am a happy woman. We got the health insurance figured out and the outlay is going to be more on the lines of $700 a month versus $1300 a month. That takes the huge trapezoidal Wiley-Coyote-style weight off my head while I'm job hunting. I am feeling less anxious, perhaps because Certain Activities, which have been in suspension due to the illness of both parties, are back on the board. Much better.
If you missed the big reveal, go check out Jack S*'s blog. He's a good-looking devil, though I had to bite my wifely tongue to keep from urging him to buy clothes that fit better. Bright blue, clear green, or something in a warm autumnal brown, Jack. And don't get too much thinner, I'll bet your wife wants something with substance to hold on to. At least I do. My husband has always been like a comforting wall. He's a smaller wall now and though he looks great, it startled me a bit the other day. Luckily weight loss isn't going to shrink the sturdy bones passed to him by seven generations of Pennsylvania Dutch farmer stock. (Pity I don't feed him the way their wives did. I've seen a lot of farmers with vascular disease, eating those fabulous lardy dishes even though farming doesn't burn the calories it once did.)
I'm going to try to get into Zumba today. I haven't done any real exercise for a week, plus I managed to do something to my toe while sitting placidly in my hairdresser's chair (pinched nerve?) so I am going to look pretty feeble. Gotta start somewhere.
Hope I can pass my little streak of luck down the line and that things break your way, too.