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Weight: 192.1 lbs.
I suddenly feel as if I can think for the first time in a while. I believe that with the insidious stress of Callie’s lingering health problems and ultimate death combined with impending blood work and other summer stressors, that I have been in dread and auto pilot mode for a long time. Yesterday I was surprised how “clean” I felt, meaning that I didn’t have to think about too much more than whatever tasks I had at hand both at home and at work, and was more focused and less anxious as a result.
I have been thinking more about my goals and bariatric journey, becasue I can, and can begin to face the fact that I haven’t lost weight in ages, and that the 190’s is likely my end weight if I don’t do things differently. Or, worse yet, I feel at risk to gain back at least some of what I have lost. Although I feel ok at my current weight and can easily rest on past accomplishments, I would be selling myself short, and never experience what a lesser weight may feel and look like.
Admittedly I am often torn between this and immediate gratification in the form of eating more of what I like now, and have still not resolved this one. But, as the fog clears, I can at least say that a part of me wants and can be motivated towards, continued weight loss and fitness. And that if I can push to activate this aspect of myself, there is hope that I can acheive more goals. Such as reaching the low 80’s where I was, last I remember dieting back in the 1990’s. For starters, anyway. I can’t even begin to think in terms much lower than this yet, as even a loss of 10 more lbs. at this rate, will likely take extraordinary will and work on my part. In case you haven’t noticed, it has taken me like 6 months to drop the last 10 lbs.
But, the point is that I must do thigs differently and harder and better than before if I really hope to get and stay on better track. Resuming my old exercise routine would be a start - and I haven’t even gotten back into this yet.
I haven’t forgotten any of this, the lessons learned here through others comments, all my research and teachings, and basic concepts of bariatric success.
I just need to activate them, is all…. And get started once more on a path for success.
Which sounds so simple, doesn’t it?!
Weight: 192.2 lbs.
Of course what I wish for is that Callie recovers fully and has nothing wrong with her whatsoever.
What we are likely to hear today is that she has some significant condition that may ot may not be treatable…or, that the bloodwork showed nothing definitive at all. I am not sure which I would prefer, because clearly she is quite ill, has something wrong with her, and needs help. On the other hand, I think it would be grand if she was negative for the obvious conditions that blood work results might indicate.
She seems to be losing weight so fast despite her onging ravenous appetiite. If she allows us to pet her at all anymore, she feels all bony. Something has got to be speeding up her metabolism, pressing on her appetitie center, using up all of the food she eats, or interfering with her ability to absorb nutrients or calories.
This promises to be a stressful day at work that will be made more difficult as I await a call from Tom after he hears from the vet. I’m not sure if I’d rather know earlier or later in the day, and do worry that particularily bad news will render me incapable of concentrating and getting things done at Aspire.
Sorry that I’ve got nothing bariatric to say today…but in the scheme of things, what I eat or weigh just pales in comparison to this. Suffice to say that as my stress level rises, so typically does my bad eating habits. And an exercise routine is non existant at this time. I won’t even make promises to myself or say stupid and redundent things here about getting back on track later. All I know is that for now, I am focused on the moment and doing what I can to just keep it together.
And for now, that takes a lot!
Weight (drum roll here!): 191.4 lbs.
Well, I managed not to gain during cottage week despite eating like the natives and living the most hedonistic, relaxing lifestyle I can think of. We had the most wonderful time, and I still feel as if my body is rocking when I lay down at night, from all the lounging in rafts and such that we did.
The place was more beautiful than we knew it would be, as we rented it in winter and had no way of knowing that the landpeople had such green thumbs! You will see many shots of their lovely home next door, and their incredible handiwork. They were kind and accomodating people too, and when we needed things in a pinch (like a larger corn pot or how to keep the washing machine from screaming at me and shutting off), they were happy to come over and lend and item or a hand. They were also full of Westfield knowledge, as were the guidebooks I obsessively collected, allowing for us to find and visit several local hot spots. All told, we checked out the Farmer’s Market, a place called Crossroads which is a country shopping experience, a local museum and art gallery, a winery from the 1800’s, a casino in nearby Erie, Pa., antique stores, and a nearby harbor where we chose to do much of our swimming and rafting as the waters were calmer.
But mostly, we combed the beach looking for sea glass and cool stones which I love, walked the over 70 steps to and from “our” beach many times each day, and took numerous dips in the lake. We also made nighttime fires in the fire pit with wood the landlords provided, drank a lot and once set the grass on fire and tried to put the blaze out with kahlua (and then laughed ourselves silly at the thought after safely extimquishing it with water, instead). Clearly, I should not drink alcohol, as it went very quickly to my head and even a little wine made me sillier and stupider than usual. Once we brought wine and glasses with guests to the beach, and watched the sunset from there. We and our guests that night got quite snockered, and had a heck of a time struggling the chairs and bottles and ourselves back up the steps in the near dark afterwards. But thought that this too, was hysterical!
Oh, and did I mention the eating part? You know, bbq every meal. Laying out dish after dish in the cottage for people to make up their plates from, and trying to time the cooking of various meats with corn, salt potatoes and a hundred other dummertime delicacies that we either got at the farmers market, or that our guests brought. As we had quite a steady flow of visitors, we also accumulated more chips and watermelons and pasta salads than even Tom could consume, and came home with more food and containers than we started with! The fact that I still managed to lose a little weight, must be a testiment to the fact that I was also probably in non stop motion from sun up to sun down and beyond, and that nature provides many opportunities for aerobics that don’t feel nearly as objectionable as the treadmill etc. does at home!
Anyway, I took a billion pictures as well as am waiting for friends to send copies of theirs to me…and have selected some to post today. I hope to add more as more come in, and as I catch my breath between posts. If you are a blogger, you may already appreciate that it is very time consuming and labor intensive to get shots up…and this in part is why I didn’t blog until today, and so late. The other reason is one of pure exhaustion and the jarring nature of having to get back to reality by wading throught a weeks worth of mail and newspapers and other mundane things that make me want to escape back to the serenity that a lakefront cottage affords.
Well, I guess we’ll have to enjoy the memories instead…at least until next summer rolls around and we very likely do this all over again! And hopefully, some of our good friends who were unable to visit for various reasons this year will have a chance to next year. Some reasons were tragic, in fact, as Rose and Nancy’s mother died, and Barb’s vacation got cancelled over a serious work related matter.
I hope everyone reading here enjoys looking at these shots as much as I enjoyed taking them, and I dare say, I am not as self conscious about my looks and weight as I used to be, and can even post those of me in skimpy summer attire and no longer cringe! And the fact that I even wore shorts at all is quite new for me, and certainly enhanced an already wonderful experience!!
Please hover over each shot for the title or description of who or what it is of. I have purposely left off shots of some friends as they have said before that they’d have my head if I posted them without their permission…so only some people or shots are shown here, and hopefully are “g” rated and ok enough for all!!
Weight: 192.6 lbs.
I am burnt to a crisp, but happy this morning. We had a nice time swimming and visiting with Janet and her sister yesterday, and I am all summered out for the moment. It is probably a healthy thing for me to be back to work today, as it will keep me out of the sun and out of trouble with summer delicacies. Yesterday we walked for ice cream after being out and after eating a nice tuna salad luncheon…and I ordered an orange twist cone and relished every bite. I was torn between eating it and slathering it on my burnt skin, and either one would have been heavenly, sorry to say.
Also yesterday, the woman who owns the cottage called and asked if we wanted to come a whole day earlier (Friday at 10:00 instead of Saturday at 1:00) for just $60 more, and since I had already taken Friday off for packing and such, we decided to take her up on the offer. I am glad that my OCD has meant that we have already gotten much of our fussing, planning and packing done, so other than last minute shopping for perishables, laundry and a few other things, we are mostly good to go. I work late the next few nights, but will just have to stay up late to get the last of everything accomplished. It is well worth it, as now we will have a complete Saturday there, plus we can go to the Westfield Farmer’s Market on Saturday early and without a carload of stuff at the time. As a result, we will now be able to set up shop on Friday, enjoy a day alone there and be that much more welcoming to our Saturday guests. The rafts should be blown up and the cottage situated, this way too. How lucky we are to have had this fall into place as it has!
I am still trying to decide what to do about this blog in my absence, but since it is vacation and all, I think that I will just take a week off from it, and let it ride. In the past I have either gotten guest writers or tried to blog from afar, but I don’t see the need this time, especially as I haven’t had anything too exciting to report in some time anyway, and I bet everyone would like a vacation from my ramblings right along with me! They do have wi-fi at the cottage though, so who knows, I may at least check in with my laptop, or throw a blog or two out during the week. Or not.
What will likely be most interesting for me won’t be not writing so much, as not weighing daily. I will get a chance to live like a “normal” person for a week, and see at the end of it all, how I fared. Knowing me, I will probably do my usual hovering or maybe gain a little…but, since I will be living quite differently for a while, who knows for sure. Also, there are like a million steps to get down to the lake (and back up from it!), so I am also optimistic that this will not only be a good test of my stamina, but possibly count as good exercise that helps me burn calories as much as our basement equipment or better.
So, it seems as if Thursday may be my last post until we return on the 25th. Either that, or I will have died from sunburn, falling down the world’s steepest staircase, drowning in Lake Erie or drifting away in a raft, never to be seen again. Either way, I will go with a smile on my face!
Weight: 193.3 lbs.
Well, its official! I am now 49 years old, which means that if I live until next year, I will be the big 5-0!
It has been quite a ride, and although I have made strides to reclaim my health and my life in this year between birthdays, I know that I have not done enough or all that I could have to be working my tool as successfully as I could be. Just the same, I have lost a decent amount of weight, and am living a much fuller life this birthday than last as a result. In a few weeks we are renting a cottage on the lake with a million steps down to the water, and I should actually be able to make it both ways and look forward to the challenge and to the opportunities to use my body even more. I never would have thought or talked last this a a few birthdays ago, and would have preferred a trip to the buffet over an outing to nature where exertion might be involved.
In fact, for my birthday, I am making “new me” resolutions (instead of new years…ha ha, get it?!) and I am resolving to move more and shake it up better in this coming year of my life. I am finding that my worst eating times are those in which I am vegetating in front of the tv after a long day at work. Usually I nibble and munch, and it is due to restless energy and anxiety, rather than true hunger. I need to channel these emotions into some form of evening activity from more walks with Tom to even putting a piece of equipment near the tv and using it while watching. Or, I am thinking that even an activity like arts or crafts or something while sitting, so at minimum I am not mindlessly eating. I am finding that I can do relatively good diet wise for a whole day, and then blow it on excess calories or some munchable crap, late at night. My birthday gift to me is to succeed at solving this issue through conscious effort and creativity.
Also, this is the year I must pay closer attention to the health aspects of this process. I still have not heard from my bariatric center as to any physicals or follow up or bloodwork I KNOW that I am (over)due for, and I need to be proactive about this. I have not had bloodwork since I believe my 4th month out, which makes a whole year of unknowns. And a critical year at that, as I have heard that deficiencies and problems can arise quickly, and should be monitored before they get too severe. I am clueless what any of my levels are, and must admit to some strange symptoms lately that do make me a tad concerned. Although my friend Barb has reassured me that my brillo like hair is likely a normal and even healthy manifestation of getting MORE vitamins in my system since surgery, I am not convinced. My hair seems to have grown back in a very odd manner, and I feel like I am sporting a fro. It is wirey and curly in ways it has never been, and I wonder if its coarse texture may indicate some thyroid issues or other systemic changes. Or, perhaps it is just that it has grown back thicker and differently, as others have also speculated. But, either way, I need to know.
Also, I had an odd and nebulous experience about a month ago that I didn’t think much of until it repeated itself a week or so ago. While out for lunch with some friends, we were talking and eating and suddenly, my lips and tongue when completely numb, as if some topical analgesic had been used on me. You know, that wierd novacaine type feeling where you feel as if you must talk with a lisp because your mouth isn’t working right. I was eating a chicken stir fry at the time, and wondered aloud if I might be allergic to the soy sauce or something. It lasted for about 5 or 10 minutes, and then went away on its own.
Until it happened again recently, and again while eating.
And then, a few days ago, I was on the computer late, when suddenly I was sweating buckets, so fuzzy headed that I could barely think or read the screen, and just felt ”wierd”. I felt as if my head was in vice grips, not because it hurt, but because there was an odd squeezing sensation that made me almost feel as if I was losing touch with reality and about to pass out. I was concerned that maybe my blood sugar had plummeted, so unsteadily worked my way to the kitchen and found some pretzels to munch. My mouth felt numb like before, as well. But, after a few minutes, I did recover fully, and went to bed no worse for the wear. Albeit, drenched in sweat.
I do wonder, given my new advanced age, if these are peri menopausal symptoms or related to hormones in some way. Or, not. They are nebulous and inconsistent and almost too imperceptable to mention (which is why I haven’t until now), but if I add them up, possibly diagnostic of some underlying issue.
So, if I hope to live and live well, I do know that I must commit to taking better care of myself in these more golden years.
Now that I am approaching senior status and all! Or, at least it feels like it! God, how did I get so old and where have I been all my life?!
Weight: 192.7 lbs.
I CAN do this! I must do this! I am doing this!
I had a good day yesterday, and did my very best to hold tight to the kind words of others and follow proper bariatric and lifestyle philosophies. I started by working out extra hard, which set the right tone for a day of empowerment and vigor to follow.
Tom worked an extra shift yesterday so was gone for all but an hour of the day, and as he had taken my car because his was in the shop, I was stuck home, alone, with a blessed degree of solitary time to ponder life, catch up on cerebral pursuits, and continue infusing myself with support and perspective via the internet. I read several people’s blogs, including ones I had never seen or heard of before. It is fascinating how many people write about their situations, and admittedly, I gravitated most to those who were candid about their struggles as I am. I don’t prefer those with recipes or “just the facts, maam” at this point, but find inspiration in heartfelt journaling from those in the trenches. I was able to see how others struggle with the carb monster, perhaps have gained or stalled, and what they feel and are trying to do to overcome such obstacles. One in particular wrote eloquently of her bouts of stress induced nibbling, with the consequence of a five pound weight gain that was difficult to stand. It helped me to feel less alone in how hard this all is, as well as to derive strentgh from her ultimate resolve to do better. Clearly, I am not the only one who waffles (no pun intended!), struggles, falters, gains, stalls, pulls hair out and loses sleep over the realities of this process. Sometimes it feels really good to know this, and it is interesting psychology as to how this actually serves to motivate and encourage me, rather than crush my spirit further.
Perhaps there truly is something to be said for the fact that misery loves company. And in my case, thrives on it.
In other “good” news, I forgot to mention that I did get the results back from my cpap titration study, and that I am down to a “5″ for my cpap setting! I believe that I started out at oxygen level 18, so this is a huge drop in the pressure necessary for me to breathe properly at night! However, the conservative doctor asked that she not put me all the way down this far from the 11 I tested at last time, as she feared that this might be too much for my system. So, she had us adjust the pressure down to “8″ for now, despite that I am actually lower. This is ok with me and I must trust her wisdom, although I still feel my cheeks puff out at times as air fills my face and has no where to go!
So, today I am actually writing a triumphant and optimistic post for a rare change, and feel the full glories of the moment. Plus, no one is dying or sick that I am aware of for the moment…and just for now, life is good and I am on track! And I’ll take it!!
Weight: 192.9 lbs.
Yesterday was poignant, yet inspirational. It seems that Zoe’s father was a brillant man who spoke 7 languages, had multiple degrees including PhD’s, a nursing degree and others in sociology and law. He wrote, taught and lived fully up until his recent death. Yet he was also a shy, gentle and unassuming man, and you wouldn’t know of his extraordinary talents as he never boasted or acted superior in any way. There was a wonderful service for him at the Unitarian Universalist Church, and I was touched to tears by so many people’s testimonies and rememberences, including those that Zoe and her husabnd, Dennis, gave.
At the brunch afterwards, I did try a little of much of what was available, unfortunately including some of the incredibly presented and delicious looking desserts. But first, I tried to satisfy myself with the tuna salad, egg salad and salad salad. I did skip the bagels and other pure starches, though also tried some quichey looking stuff that was quite amazing tasting although no one had any idea what exactly it was.
I don’t regret the nibbles and tastes that I did have, as in such a situation, I know that I would have felt different and deprived if I didn’t at least take a taste or two. I did watch my skinny colleagues and friends who we sat with eat all they wanted and enjoy wothout reserve, and must admit to feeling a tinge of jealousy for their ability to do so unthinkingly and without seeming guilt or question. For good or bad, this just seems so simple somehow compared to the perpetual questioning, doubt, guilt, remorse etc. that plagues me and many more like me I am sure.
Afterwards, Tom and I wanted to go see the Gay Men’s Chorus perform just a short distance away on the west side, but there were a few hours to spare in between. We hated to drive home to the northern suburbs and then back again, plus as we were already dressed for the occassion, we decided to run over to Slots, which is just over the border blocks from the church our concert was scheduled for.
Unfortunately, this made seeing this wonderful and inspirational chorus a more expensive endeavor than the $20 ticket price, and we felt a little heavier hearted trying to enjoy them but knowing that in the few hours before, we lost enough money to have treated some friends to their performance as well!
But, nonetheless, we are glad that we went, and they sang such beautiful songs, including “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother,” “You Raise Me Up,” “Nine Hundred Miles,” and my favorite, “Somebody To Love.” We had great seats as we got there early, and the acoustics were amazing. And interestingly, the conductor, Barbara Wagner, was the same woman who played the piano just hours earlier at Zoe’s father’s memorial, as she is also the music director at the UU church!
The only problem and one of my own making, was that we did not eat or drink at all from around 2:30 at the brunch, and until approximately 10:00 when the concert ended. I was starving during it, and felt rather weak and exhausted as a result. In fact, I nearly fell asleep during the slower numbers, and felt incredibly irritable afterwards, and know this was a direct result of lacking fuel. And was probably made worse by the carbs I consumed for lunch.
So when we got home around 11:00, tired and starving, I did eat a cheese stick as well as drank several glasses of crystal light. Not great, but I feared that I would perish in my sleep if I didn’t do something. Tom ate like a whole meal as he too was overwrought and starving, and I feared that he would have gerd all night. But, he seems to have done ok, if you don’t factor in all the other reasons why this is a terrible thing to do moments before bed.
Well today is already gearing up to be less traumatic or inspirational or stressful or fast paced or whatever, and we are looking forward to some R & R. Tonight is our monthly metal detecting club meeting, but other than that, we are mercifully free.
I do plan to run another mile or two on the treadmill and stay true at least, to my exercise regime, and keep hoping that the rest will follow. I usually do much better on slow days like today, so perhaps I can get my foothold, at least for now. And as Callie remains well (and everytime she does even something simple like jump up on the couch, eat or purr, we thrill in how recovered she is!), so the house is no longer filled with feelings of dread, hypervigilence, and fear. I might actually jusr enjoy staying home and being domestic, and can’t wait to go get started!
Weight: 192.7 lbs.
Yesterday was a day of more healthy physical and emotional exertion and balance, and I am very appreciative to have had a chance to catch my breath. Tom and I shopped for more plants and gardening products, and are on a good roll with this. It feels so good to distract myself from life’s hardships and realities this way, and it looks so pretty now that everything is freshly planted, mulched, trimmed and edged. There is much more to do, but it doesn’t feel so overwhelming anymore, and I am enjoying the process more than I used to over a hundred pounds ago!
Also, Callie remains much better, and we are relieved that she seems to have bounded back from her wierd arthiritis or pinched nerve attack. Pilling her twice a day is no fun and if we screw up, the poor thing foams at the mouth and looks rabid, not to mention looks at us like we are the meanest owners ever - and it breaks my heart. It takes both of us to get the pill down her, and I only hope she will not need them for much longer. They are for pain and the script is for 10 days…and I hope that she will remain ok once off them. Later today the vet is to call with the results of her bloodwork, and our fingers are tightly crossed that she is ok internally too.
Yesterday we also went to Petsmart and spent a small fortune on cat stuff, including pet steps that we hope she will figure out how to use so she can be more independent climbing into our bed and other now too high places, like she used to. So far, they are more like a curiosity to her and to Gingerbread, and something to sniff and scratch rather than climb.
Later today, our air conditioning coil is being replaced. We will be glad to have AC back, but remain furious and disgusted with Heil, as they never took our complaints seriously and in fact, the main rep. from their company was as frustrating and enraging as anyone could possibly be, when I finally got connected with her last week. She and Heil itself now makes my blood boil, and I am taking every opportunity to ensure that others know what crap they sell, both literally and figuratively. Tom took pictures of the only 3 year old inside evaporator coil, and you should see how rusty it is. And this is the part that is IN our house! It literally rotted out after only 2 1/2 years of useage - and we are talking Buffalo, NY summers here. Its not like we live in Arizona!
Anyway, I am very mad that it is going to cost us over $500 for everything, and this is with the part itself being free (IT is covered under the warranty) and with a major (supposed) discount that the local AC company is giving us. Between this, Tom’s cars AC, his rotors, the emergency vet visit, the car insurance, our upcoming cottage rental, doctor bills and back taxes, we are suddenly being deluged with extraordinary bills, and are feeling rather poor and sorry for ourselves. Geez…when it rains, it really pours!
But, at least some of my struggling friends seem to be doing better, and Zoe’s fathers wake and funeral have now been planned (for this coming Friday and Saturday). She still has a million things to do and I am helping as I am able, but some of the hardest stuff is coming along, and she seems to be coping as well as anyone might in her shoes.
This may allow me to focus on ME again soon, and I need to get back once more, into an exercise and diet regime that is reasonable and sustainable. I am doing just ok with diet, but I am quite a slacker exercise wise, unless planting things counts. After I post today, I have no excuse to not work out, and plan to hit the basement for all I can do before the AC people arrive.
Hopefully this better momentum will replace that of recent weeks, and some order will be restored to our lives, our routines, and more importantly, the cosmos!
Weight: 193.1 lbs.
Wow, my body must have been dying to lose weight or something given how fast I went down since yesterday! I assume that much of this is water weight, but if even so, this shows how I had been retaining on all the crap I had been eating.
So, how did I do it? Well, I stuck with my strawberry shakes all day, despite a last minute temptation to go to dinner. Dorothy, a friend from Rochester, NY, called at 3:30 yesterday to say that she was leaving work early to come to Debbie’s mother’s wake, and wondered if we’d like to do dinner first. Eeeep! I actually said that I couldn’t eat, but would be glad to do coffee out with her instead as long as she didn’t mind. I was not thrilled about this, especially as I WAS starving, but resigned myself to this plan. However, it took her longer to get in than she thought and I was anxious that we’d be “late” to the wake, so we all quickly decided to eat at our house instead, and she was actually quite content munching on leftover cheese and crackers, grapes and chips and other stuff that didn’t have to be cooked and was edible in a pinch. Tom heated up leftover hotdogs for himself, and I slurped another shake and then had some coffee.
And, so far, so good! I am not certain if I will have an all shake day, but definitely will keep it soft and light. So far, I am not hungry in the least, and feel that I may have already gotten myself into a better swing of things. Seeing the scale go down alone is a big morale boost.
Now this morning I am taking work off to attend the memorial for Mrs. G., but we have decided against doing the brunch afterwards. Mostly as this cuts into work time too much, but also for obvious dietary reasons. Debbie’s father invited us once again last night so I do feel a little badly for keeping it short today, but I do believe that she is ok with it, and knows that we are there for her when it matters most in the long haul.
Well, I am also off to work out this morning, and best sign off here if I hope to fit everything in before Tom returns to pick me up. And I am still on a mission to prove to myself that I CAN do this, and that just as in any other aspect of life, losing a battle or suffering a set back, does not have to mean one cannot rise from the ashes and go on to win the war!
Weight: 194.3 lbs.
Well, I mananged to not gain from the pizza buffet (or so it seems), although I am not losing real weight either. I am entering a period in which food is going to be coming into fuller focus, given the arrival of my childhood friend and her boyfriend tomorrow. Whe she is in town, we tend to do things like eat out a lot more, and this time will include a Memorial Day BBQ that we are sponsorong at our house. Not that I don’t have control over portions and choices - its just that there is more eating to do, including at some of the places Sue usually likes to go to, like Duffs for chicken wings.
It is a good thing that my metabolism (or whatever) feels like it has revved back into orbit. Not only so I can keep the pace, but perhaps so that it gives me a calorie burning edge.
Today I am already rushing and manic, as it is Developmental Disability Awareness Day and I am due to spend the day downtown paticipating in workshops and events that emphasize issues pertaining to the population that I work with. Most of my clients and their support staff, and professionals in the field, will all be there, and it can be a very stimulating and interesting experience. The keynore speaker is Rachel Simon who wrote the book: “Riding The Bus With My Sister”, and as I loved the book and movie (starring Rosie O’Donnell as the disabled sister), I am very excited to hear her speak.
I have ordered the chicken option for the catered luncheon, and this should be a decent bet, I hope.
Last night, Tom and I ate our dinners at record speed as we visited our hospitalized friend, and given the crunch between when we got home from work and when we had to be there, there was not enough time to eat ot think properly first. I guess this was good for my overall diet, as not only did I eat less due to time constraints, but I never had an evening snack, as there was no evening.
Also yesterday, the AC people did come to diagnose our problem, and I learned that our nearly new coil is already leaking and has lost its charge, and must be replaced. Not that I understand a thing I just said…except the part about the cost for labor and yesterday’s service call, which are not covered under our warranty. All of which makes me mad and question the quality of the product we only a few years ago had installed. And, I’m still hot as it’s going to take who knows how long for the parts to come in.
Plus, in yesterday’s mail, we got an IRS audit notice, as apparently in 2008 we did not report interest on an on-line bank account we held briefly at that time. They are now charging us this plus interest…and its not just that we owe, its the confusion generated by how this escaped our awareness, whether our accountant who does our taxes has any liability or should be involved, and whether this opens us up for greater scrutiny in the near future.
Ack…I hate these kinds of things!
Anyway, I am feeling like I ate crystal meth for breakfast…and should make for interesting company downtown today. I am off to drive or catch a bus or ride the subway (I haven’t decided which, or even how yet, so better get moving and at least develop a plan!)
And needless to say I got no formal exercise in during this time…but am hoping that functioning at the speed of light, may count for something!
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