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I am feeling better today. I had managed to get my new wifi router installed after my previous entry, and got the signal booster installed and working so that all helped my immediate quality of life. When I woke up yesterday my three week plateau ended abruptly with a 3.5 pound loss, so that made me feel good. I'd been doing so much physical stuff and not eating more all that time, but wasn't seeing any change on the scale — which felt HUGELY unfair. I know plateaus happen, so I wasn't too concerned, but I was still kinda pissed.
Then I went to work and got a really nice compliment from a coworker, so that perked me up some, too. I listened to an audio book all day which made the day pass, and then I ran some errands in the ridiculously warm weather at lunch. My coworker Joanne brought in some amazing cake she made and I took a tiny piece, and then was rewarded for my restraint by having the office Food Gods bestow delicious salad with a choice of chicken or steak on it. I took the steak and it was awesome. That was mostly dinner, since I knew I'd be going to Patrick's directly after work. When I got there I mostly hemmed curtains so he could hang them, while he put up the curtain rods and ran around doing other stuff. He got some wings for dinner, so I had a few of those, too. Mmm, wings.
The apartment is still making me sad. I have to stop myself from crying when I'm in it, because I'm not feeling settled yet and I'm still missing my old life. Plus my couch and love seat are still in the living room (I guess the couch is going home with Patrick's brother tonight) and my table and fridge are still in the kitchen, so it's visually still full of my stuff. It will be fine once Patrick's stuff is in there, but as it is it still feels too much like mine. Even with spiffy new paint.
Today was WFH day, and other than it being a little cold in my room I was pretty well set up to get work done. I set my desk up exactly as I had it in the apartment, so it was like I hadn't moved at all. I got on the scale as I do every day and my 3.5 pound weight loss was real, apparently (I count a weight as real if I see it two days in a row) so I'm pretty psyched. That's now 63.5 pounds. Sally Ali (mom's cat) and I bonded a little today; I played with one of my fishing pole toys with her to her delight. I had lunch plans to meet an old college friend, one I hadn't seen in 25 years. We play Words With Friends and chat occasionally on facebook, but no face to face contact even though we live in the next town from each other. It was pretty amazing — felt a little awkward for the first five minutes, and then it was like the time just dropped away and we were joking and chatting like we'd seen each other a few weeks ago. Cool.
Had to run out after work to pick up something to cook for dinner. So disorganized. Making myself crazy. Food is too fraught for me to mess around like this. I have so much other stuff to do, and tonight I just can't get out of my own way. I have laundry to do, and random chores I've set myself, and I'd like to get the rest of my stuff unpacked, but mostly I'm sitting and staring at the internet and television. It's already 9pm, so I'm thinking the laundry just ain't happening. I guess I could do a few other things and give myself permission to skip the laundry. I have plenty to wear, it's just piling up.
Sally Ali is cautiously admitting me into her cat worldview. She was pissed the first week I was here: even though she was always super affectionate when I was a visitor, when I moved in that seems to have been too much for her tiny cat brain. Patrick thinks it's because I moved all her stuff around. His theory is that cats are all hoarders, and can't stand it when you move their stuff. And everything in the house is their stuff, of course. But cats aren't terribly long thinkers, and she's pretty much almost forgotten that things are new and I haven't lived here forever. Now if only I could get there!
Then I went to work and got a really nice compliment from a coworker, so that perked me up some, too. I listened to an audio book all day which made the day pass, and then I ran some errands in the ridiculously warm weather at lunch. My coworker Joanne brought in some amazing cake she made and I took a tiny piece, and then was rewarded for my restraint by having the office Food Gods bestow delicious salad with a choice of chicken or steak on it. I took the steak and it was awesome. That was mostly dinner, since I knew I'd be going to Patrick's directly after work. When I got there I mostly hemmed curtains so he could hang them, while he put up the curtain rods and ran around doing other stuff. He got some wings for dinner, so I had a few of those, too. Mmm, wings.
The apartment is still making me sad. I have to stop myself from crying when I'm in it, because I'm not feeling settled yet and I'm still missing my old life. Plus my couch and love seat are still in the living room (I guess the couch is going home with Patrick's brother tonight) and my table and fridge are still in the kitchen, so it's visually still full of my stuff. It will be fine once Patrick's stuff is in there, but as it is it still feels too much like mine. Even with spiffy new paint.
Today was WFH day, and other than it being a little cold in my room I was pretty well set up to get work done. I set my desk up exactly as I had it in the apartment, so it was like I hadn't moved at all. I got on the scale as I do every day and my 3.5 pound weight loss was real, apparently (I count a weight as real if I see it two days in a row) so I'm pretty psyched. That's now 63.5 pounds. Sally Ali (mom's cat) and I bonded a little today; I played with one of my fishing pole toys with her to her delight. I had lunch plans to meet an old college friend, one I hadn't seen in 25 years. We play Words With Friends and chat occasionally on facebook, but no face to face contact even though we live in the next town from each other. It was pretty amazing — felt a little awkward for the first five minutes, and then it was like the time just dropped away and we were joking and chatting like we'd seen each other a few weeks ago. Cool.
Had to run out after work to pick up something to cook for dinner. So disorganized. Making myself crazy. Food is too fraught for me to mess around like this. I have so much other stuff to do, and tonight I just can't get out of my own way. I have laundry to do, and random chores I've set myself, and I'd like to get the rest of my stuff unpacked, but mostly I'm sitting and staring at the internet and television. It's already 9pm, so I'm thinking the laundry just ain't happening. I guess I could do a few other things and give myself permission to skip the laundry. I have plenty to wear, it's just piling up.
Sally Ali is cautiously admitting me into her cat worldview. She was pissed the first week I was here: even though she was always super affectionate when I was a visitor, when I moved in that seems to have been too much for her tiny cat brain. Patrick thinks it's because I moved all her stuff around. His theory is that cats are all hoarders, and can't stand it when you move their stuff. And everything in the house is their stuff, of course. But cats aren't terribly long thinkers, and she's pretty much almost forgotten that things are new and I haven't lived here forever. Now if only I could get there!
