Haiku #1 by Tammy

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Home Versus Back Home

I have been in my current area long enough that I have to call it home.  I think after thirteen years, it's actually required by law or something.

My parents still live in the same little house where I spent the first 25 years of my life.  It's only two hours away from where I live now, but it might as well be on a different planet.  I feel that alien going there sometimes.  To the town.  Not to the house.

I might not call it home, but it will always be back home.  Home is where you live.  Back home is where your heart will always be.

My motorvation has run out of gas.

The title says it all.

It has been many moons since I've been on the scale, and at this point, it will only be bad news.  I'm not sure my delicate constitution can take it right now.

I'd blame it on the rain, à la Milli Vanilli, but that would be a world-class cop-out.  My faithful readers (all three of you) deserve more.

Maybe I'll be able to come back in a week or so and give it to you.

FIT

A side effect of getting fit is losing weight. But losing weight doesn't necessarily mean you are fit.

Discuss.

1.1.11

Uncharacteristically optimistic going into a new year.

The last two months of 2010 saw me fall off the FIT wagon, but I'm down - not out.




LOOKOUT!

Zzzzzzzz

Flannel sheets should be illegal. They are preventing my goal of not hitting snooze five times each morning.

This is a good problem to have.

Stalled

A cold, the evil Thanksgiving holiday, and a general blahness have led to extreme sloth in the last three weeks. So getting on the scale today was frightening.

With more than a little surprise, I saw only a four pound gain over two weeks since last weigh-in. I had braced myself for worse. Yay, me. Sort of.

Got to get back on track.

The past week of no work and all play has proven an elixir to my weary soul. Even so, the prospect of work tomorrow is demoralizing. I keep forcing myself not to take "just one peek" at my work email. It would spiral into a complete review of my inbox, and an action plan for tomorrow morning. Best to enjoy what is left of the weekend.

Many fun times over the past 9 days.

Visited my peeps in NOVA. Met Marleigh - the sweetest American bull dog. She wouldn't fit in my bag, or she would have come home with me. Actually, it was fear of the hub's reaction to dragging home a dog that kept me from stealing her!

Saw LauraLea and Tripp Fabulous. Seven months pregnant and still rockin' - that's one tough lady!

Shopping on Monday with Courtney. She who still hasn't guest blogged. Hint, hint... Managed to finally replace my falling apart shoes. I hate shopping.

Tuesday napped through a coffee date with my favorite bartender, Xtina. She has forgiven me.

Wednesday through Friday visited the hometown. Late lunch and coffee with mom, Sarah, and WALT at the local greasy spoon. Mmm...chocolate chip waffle (four pounds, remember...I did half with my mom, at least).

Saturday another Megan sighting, this time on my turf. Took her and her momma to my favorite local coffee shop. They were duly charmed.

Last night slumbered in my bed with new flannel sheets. This morning - extra difficult crawling out of bed.

I love fall.