Cipherin'

Two pounds lighter this week. Feeling immeasurably better.

I believe this blog could turn into an algebraic word problem: Given all blog entries defining weight loss over these years, and this announcement in December 2012 that Tammy has met her goal weight, at what weight did she start?

First correct answer wins. The prize? Um, maybe my CPAP machine? Given my love / hate relationship with it, would be a fitting gesture. The hope being with great weight loss, the need for the damn thing will go away.

I love the fall. Here's one reason why:




Sure, the spring means new hope and renewal, but the fall feels cleansing to me. And the colors sure are purdy.

Progress

Down four pounds this week. Almost on my goal line at SparkPeople. The goal is more like a guideline. As long as I feel better, and am happier with myself, I don't care what the scale says.  But it's still good to see progress.

At my lightest adult weight, in my mid-20's, a family friend told me I was downright skinny. During that conversation (with Mrs. Louise Mullins, R.I.P.), I expressed that I would kill myself if I ever gained it back.  I guess I was a little bit of a drama queen in my younger years...

Not only did I gain it back, but I gained more.  And I'm still alive.  So either I forgot about this conversation (I didn't) or I'm not one to follow through (guess I'm not).  Either way, can't unspill milk.

Moving forward.

Goals

I really stink at this blogging thing. Even so, I guess I'll keep it up. My rabid followers can't all be wrong...right? Hello? Are all five of you still there?

I'm inviting a friend to be a guest blogger. She'll bring a little je ne sais quoi to the party. Or she'll prove more prolific than I am, and shame me into posting more. If she accepts. If she doesn't decide this blog is too lame to live.

Either way, I'll continue to do what I can with what I've got.

In other news, I have decided that I want to weigh 160 pounds by my fortieth birthday. This is a little over two years away. I will need every day, week, and month of it.

I don't imagine I will be as brave as Tyler and bring you weekly weigh-ins and candid photographs, but I'm hoping a little bit of transparency will help keep me honest and focused.

That is all. I now return you back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Communication

I think the shift from telephone calls to text messaging is due to the fact people want more flexibility to use the bathroom while talking. Think about it.

On the same note, when you walk into a public facility and see an unflushed toilet, is there any doubt the person was talking on the phone and didn't want to let the party on the other end of the line know?

Sigh

Saw the Smashing Pumpkins at The Fillmore in Charlotte, NC last night. Great show in a smaller venue. I might not have seen them in the 90's during their heyday, but I appreciated it more with a little age under my belt.

The saddest part of everything is that when choosing my wardrobe, looking cool wasn't a factor. It was all about footwear that would get me through hours of standing.

Now that I'm older and have the resources to see more shows, I'm lacking the stamina and often the opportunity to see someone I deem worthwhile.

Yet another thing on the long list of cruel twists age brings.

Driving

Listening to Pandora, Blondie Radio. Not sure why The Cure's "Love Song" found its way into the mix, but I'm glad to hear it. Good song. Brings back lots of memories.

Twenty plus years ago, in my Podunk home town, there was next to nothing to do. Music drove me in a way it hasn't managed to do since, and often I was literally driving while cranking the tunes.

"Love Song" brought back memories of unrequited love (okay, a high school crush), although at the time, I was still in the hopeful stage. I didn't realize some people were out of reach of a fat, geeky girl. If this shows lack of self awareness, or an unjustifiable ego, I'm still not sure. I didn't see any reason this popular, albeit a little goofy, guy couldn't be mine.

In the end I didn't get that guy, but that's just well. I've got a pretty swell feller now, and we share all kinds of music on our drive together through this life.

Simplify

My mantra lately has been: "Simplify."

A clear, uncluttered mind can focus on the things that are most important. And the things that bring the most joy.

You would think simplicity would be easy, but it's harder than you would think.