three up, one down
Nov. 25th, 2004 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanSaw the Pixies last night.
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As of yesterday my mother is out of the hospital. She was in with a bad gall bladder. She likes being laid up about as much as I do, so she was getting pretty restless and cranky. (On the phone to one of my sisters, "Today I gave J__ shit, and gave F__ shit, so I must be feeling better."
She's home now, so that is a Great Big Relief.
You know, signs of age on my own body make me wrinkle my forehead momentarily, shrug and get on with my life.
Signs of aging on my parents... those scare me.
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Had a bunch of beers on Saturday night. (And some vodka shots too, damn your evil supervillan powers,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caspervonb!) Passed the rest of the week without hating myself for having said something offensive or done anything obnoxious. (Not that I know I didn't say something offensive or do anything obnoxious, but I don't feel like cutting my own head off over it.) So that's a step up.
My moods have actually leveled out remarkably since I weaned myself off the daily crutch. I don't get so many of the "I Can Take Over The World" days, but I also don't get the "Better Off Dead" days either - and the latter were getting a lot more frequent than the former.
I've had low days, but they've been normal "too much on my plate, worried about X, stressed out about Y" days and they respond to normal cheer-up techniques. And I haven't had a major anxiety episode at all.
Having posted that in public I predict I will now have three in a row. Still, it's knowledge, and that's always useful.
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I have been (finally) unpacking the nine boxes of clothes and crap that have been sitting around in the basement since we moved in. And have discovered, that in fact, I have lots of clothes. That don't fit me.
So... either throw out/give away/sell at a loss literally thousands of dollars worth of clothes, and buy thousands of dollars worth of replacement clothes.
Or.
Forceably starve myself for X number of months to get my butt back into what I have.
Christ. I'm turning into a girl.
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As of yesterday my mother is out of the hospital. She was in with a bad gall bladder. She likes being laid up about as much as I do, so she was getting pretty restless and cranky. (On the phone to one of my sisters, "Today I gave J__ shit, and gave F__ shit, so I must be feeling better."
She's home now, so that is a Great Big Relief.
You know, signs of age on my own body make me wrinkle my forehead momentarily, shrug and get on with my life.
Signs of aging on my parents... those scare me.
Had a bunch of beers on Saturday night. (And some vodka shots too, damn your evil supervillan powers,
caspervonb!) Passed the rest of the week without hating myself for having said something offensive or done anything obnoxious. (Not that I know I didn't say something offensive or do anything obnoxious, but I don't feel like cutting my own head off over it.) So that's a step up.My moods have actually leveled out remarkably since I weaned myself off the daily crutch. I don't get so many of the "I Can Take Over The World" days, but I also don't get the "Better Off Dead" days either - and the latter were getting a lot more frequent than the former.
I've had low days, but they've been normal "too much on my plate, worried about X, stressed out about Y" days and they respond to normal cheer-up techniques. And I haven't had a major anxiety episode at all.
Having posted that in public I predict I will now have three in a row. Still, it's knowledge, and that's always useful.
I have been (finally) unpacking the nine boxes of clothes and crap that have been sitting around in the basement since we moved in. And have discovered, that in fact, I have lots of clothes. That don't fit me.
So... either throw out/give away/sell at a loss literally thousands of dollars worth of clothes, and buy thousands of dollars worth of replacement clothes.
Or.
Forceably starve myself for X number of months to get my butt back into what I have.
Christ. I'm turning into a girl.
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Date: 2004-11-25 09:48 am (UTC)I second what Astrid. I've never heard you say anything offensive while drunk.
Re: the clothes. My advice is to divide the clothes into 2 piles.
1) Stuff that you *really* don't fit into. Give this pile away. Trying to make yourself fit into them again will just make you crazy.
2) Stuff that almost fits, as in 5 pounds less and some toning will make'em fit just fine. Believe it or not, I have several dresses and skirts that fit into this category atm. I've added swimming to my ballet and yoga regimen with the goal of losing a bit of weight and gaining some muscle tone. That month I spent living on fast food and take-out during the move did me no favours.
I favour consignment stores, Goodwill and Value Village for clothes shopping. I've gotten some *nice* stuff for very cheap.
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Date: 2004-11-26 06:51 am (UTC)It's still good advice though. I tend to go up and down and lot, so it would be a good idea not to toss out everything that doesn't fit right this minute, but to get rid of the stuff that's way out of whack.
[1]Which in my case is more than 5 pounds. Keep in mind how big I am - I gain 5 pounds if I forget to shave.
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Date: 2004-11-26 07:24 am (UTC)[1]Which in my case is more than 5 pounds. Keep in mind how big I am - I gain 5 pounds if I forget to shave.
*snork*
I was drinking coffee when I read that.
BTW, there's a Goodwill on Roncesvalles near Queen, and a 2nd-hand store called Twice As Nice right across the street.