June 1, 2003
Another month gone, so it’s time to take stock. Did I do what I set out to do? In short: no, yes, yes, and kinda.
On the body front, I’m slipping. I’ve been slipping for weeks now. I kept hoping to reign it back in, not have to write this, but nope, didn’t happen that way. As of yesterday, I was at 153.5, six pounds more than I was when I weighed in last month. Sure, I’m only three and a half pounds over the goal I set. That’s not a lot. But man, it’s only been a month. I can’t even maintain my weight for one month, a month in which I did not take any big trips nor have any big binges at home. I exercised; I ate fruit and vegetables; I stayed away from Taco Bell, and still I could not stay at 150 or less. That does not make me hopeful for the future. I’ve got to keep trying, though.
I did read and quilt. Housekeeping and Good Omens took care of the book goal, and I’m close to finishing another quilt; look for that in about a week. The house is a sorta success. The room of the month, the living room, is in somewhat better shape than it was four weeks ago. I took everything off the two tall open shelves and managed to not put it all back on. I let go of some gardening magazines that we’ve had since soon after we moved in to this house, when I thought I might actually do some gardening. I could still take up gardening, and if I do, I can get new magazines. I let go of the 1994 NASCAR Winston Cup guide. I let go of IRS Publication 17 for 1998. Let us not ask why these things were in the living room, let us just rejoice that they are no longer there.
So, I’m not perfect. I’m not a superstar. I’m still in the game, though. Some days, that’s the best you can hope for.
One year ago, I was finishing up a different solo weekend, though I didn’t write about it until later.