I also researched ladypart-friendly stationary bike seats and plan to order one this weekend; biking will be very good for my poor knees. And I've faithfully logged my food and am endeavoring to make better choices and to eat small meals.
Today's theme was School and Church. I did the school part, subbing in fourth grade, which was a blast. I plan to make some church calls before Survivor. If I make at least four calls, I will call it Success.
I've lost not a fraction of a pound and every muscle I own is shrieking murderous accusations, but I feel happy and clear-eyed and on track.
About that Bill Cosby quote: I know Mr. C is a controversial figure these days, and yet this quote speaks to me very profoundly. I have a couple of thin friends who make being thin seem incredibly un-fun. They obsess over their tiny weight gains. If they can't fit into their skinny jeans, their day is ruined. They eschew carbs and are convinced that the only thing standing between them and happiness is those last five wretched pounds.
If I manage to lose a significant amount of weight, I would hope that I would dance around in my tank tops and pencil skirts, flexing for strangers, reveling in my thinness, happy as a cricket. I want to thoroughly enjoy my (small, delicious) meals. I don't want to consider any food off limits. On the topics of weight and health, I want to be peaceful and serene.
It's absurd to say that fear of turning into my crazy thin friends* is what's keeping me fat — but it has been on my mind for a while.
Anyway. Time to make some phone calls! Ugh.
— Lady C
* I do have sane and healthy thin friends as well.
p.s. I subbed in Pie's class today, the adorable daughter of Writer Jenny. WJ's in Israel but she e-mailed me this morning:
Subject: Someone is very excited . . .
. . . about the sub she is going to have for the "hole intire day!"I responded:
(If you could work on spelling, I'd appreciate it.)
Spelling, no problem. I’ll send her home a champion. But the teacher can only do so much, Jenny — blood will out.