Rambling Rose Anneliese's weight loss plan is in full effect. I am now eating three sensible meals a day, nothing later than 9pm, and no desserts. Boo hoo, but I think it may be starting to work. You hear that body? You're getting skinny. Pilates is kicking my ass. Every Monday I go to a private lesson with John, and he works my ass, quite literally. (Get your minds out of the gutter, you pervs.) I end up sore. Today my legs are so gelatinous, it's hard to walk if I've been sitting for a bit. After the lesson itself, it was very difficult to depress the clutch pedal. I am tough, though, so I persevered. I just got done cleaning my bench in the lab. There was a fire in one of the ovens over the weekend, so my bench was covered in dust. Yucky. But now it's all clean, I've got stuff calcining in the tube oven, and films soaking in a catechol/ethanol solution. How's that for productive? Well, pretty good, except now I'm on Diaryland, which isn't very productive. See, I've got this presentation that I've got to do today, and it's for my boss, and I just don't want to do it. Maybe I should go outside, because that would at least get me into some nice weather. The sun has come out! Yippee! I could bring my laptop. Oh who am I kidding? I'm wearing dangly earrings today, in a completely uncharacteristic fashion. My kids were very curious about them. Every day when I leave for work, Lisetta says, "Don't get lost; be so safe, okay?" And I must say yes, or she gets very upset. Then she says it about four more times, and I have to say yes to every one. Those kids are so great. When I got completely shitfaced on Thursday, the next day I was feeling sick, and those kids just played so nicely and so well all day long. I drank three White Russians, but when I asked Will the next day how many shots he thought it really was, he says it was about three a glass. Whoops! All in about an hour and a half, but probably less. It's one of only very few times when I blacked out. It was a bad, embarrassing night, but I'll spare you the details. Ew, why am I talking about that? Oh yes, solidarity with acornotravez. I miss you. |