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Thursday, February 15, 2018

I've bounced around the mid 220s since I got over being sick, gaining some, but not yet all of the flu weight loss back. I'm ok with that, at present. Fearing a bit what the weight might do over the next month or so, what with wanderings for pleasure (Las Vegas, this Sunday to Wednesday) and work (exotic New Jersey, the place to be in winter! Said nobody, ever) beginning the next week, covering most of March. I haven't done well in previous travels, so I'll have to be cognizant of that. Success may depend on which hotel I get put up at, whether it has cooking facilities. I'm not counting on it, based on prior experience with the company I'm working through, but here's to surprises.


Had a flashback the other day to the only time I've ever been skiing, on February 13, 2004. I know that date because years later, when I was packing up to move, I found a receipt for the ski lift ticket, along with the waiver of liability they made us sign, which contained height/weight details we filled in. I weighed 165 pounds on 2/13/04. Now, I chucked that receipt in that moving process, though I think I have a picture of it somewhere. The reason it occurred to me the other day has more to do with circumstances. One of the people I went skiing with that day, 14 years ago, became my girlfriend a few months later, and for a few years, I gave a crap about Valentine's Day. After that ended (not well) I spent a decade being cynical about that nonholiday, or VD as I referred to it (you figure it out).

So it was a little weird to walk around yesterday without that armor of cynicism, actually feeling like I wanted to celebrate.

Her name is Beth, if you must know :)

(also, another memory from that skiing trip, which was more like falling on my part, and kind of depressing, what with all the little kids zipping around, while I was just trying to figure out how to stop...another one of the people I went with kinda failed to get off of the ski lift at the top of the hill, necessitating a stoppage of the lift, and backing it up to allow her to get off. We...or at least I still give her crap about that occasionally.)
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    Well, now you know that it's all right to FEEL. It stings to the max to have the heart broken (experienced that, too), but it heals, as your finding out.

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    Thanks for sharing
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