New Year's Resolutions

1. Work Out More


2. No More Red Meat


3. ...Anger Management?

Holidays

For Christmas, I got a fabulous Tar-Jay suit and a bunch of books and pretty shirts and way too much food and a cold!

I was over-fed over the holidays by a very enthusiastic bunch. There was various kinds of meats and cookies and candies and breads. There was so much...and then I came down with a cold.

...I hate having a cold. It should be gone in time for New Year's. It's down to just a cough now. A terrible sounding cough, but a cough nonetheless.

In related news, DayQuil is my new bestest friend, even though I'm so scared of liver damage and whatever that I only take a half dosage. I even managed to lose a pound this week, even with all the food! Stupid cold.

Tweets for Today

• 17:44 Just heard thunder. So not cool. It's *December* in the Midwest. No damn thunderstorms allowed! #

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• 19:27 Wine Glasses Set of 6 - Midnight Black ff.im/-kcqV #
• 20:33 Party Favorites - Wisconsin Cheeseman ff.im/-ke3s #

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• 21:57 I'm officially done with winter. So. Can global warming kick in now? #

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• 18:17 Trying to make spaghetti without burning myself. So far, so...shut up. #

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afterwards

1. Ten days after the end of NaNo:
   
   I won, by dint of not caring if the chapters were in a logical order, or led seamlessly from one into another.
   
   So, this is when I'm supposed to be finishing/polishing/editing the novel, right? And I suppose reading the blogs of others is not nearly as effective in becoming a Real Writer than...actually getting off/onto my ass and writing.
   
   Damn it. I need to go back through and see which chapters lead where, and where the hell certain characters came from in the novel.
   


2. Three months after the surgery:
   
   The scars from the incisions are mostly healed, but they're still there. The worst feeling I've ever had was waking up after the surgery, my stomach and the lines of my fat folds marked yellow with whatever-the-hell-that-was and red with my own dried blood.
   
   I still have my prescription strength ibuprofen they gave me. Never let it be sad that I am a pill-popper, or whatever one calls a narcotics addict.
   
   My stomach still hurts sometimes. That scares me. I do not want to have endometriosis again. It sucks. I do not want to have a magical ovarian cyst. It also sucks. I never, ever want to have surgery ever again. My doctor was fantastic, and there are no complaints there, but that was the single worst experience I have ever put my body through. Of course, I barely make my body do anything, so...
   


3. Three months after joining WeightWatchers:
   
   I've been doing it online only, trying to keep track of my weight and what I eat. I've lost twenty pounds. I just barely exercise, sometimes doing a Carmen Electra workout, sometimes hopping on the elliptical to half-ass a speed-walk while clicking through my iPod. This is working; I'm no longer fat by any BMI measurement. I'm down to my original goal weight. I want to lose five, maybe ten more pounds. There's still a bit of jiggle, but still. I find this to be totally, totally awesome. I celebrated with doughnuts this morning.
   
   I didn't clear the diet with my doctor. I told my doctor I exercise three times a week. I've just given truth to the lie. And just before/just after the surgery, I was chatting with the nice doctor's office way too much.
   
   I expect to die of malnutrition very shortly.
   

Tweets for Today

• 17:05 It snowed. Traffic is almost at a standstill. Fortunately I didn't drive. Go team carpool! #
• 17:37 I made it home without dying! Take that, I-35! #

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• 17:00 I didn't break my ankle ice skating! I want to go again! ...in like a week. or a year. #

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