That's what life has been this past month. Very busy at work--no time to screw off and write on my blog. That includes today, but to hell with it! I'm living on the edge.
This morning I wore sneakers with my business trousers and ugly pretty green argyle sweater, meaning to take advantage of the beautiful, cool weather and shocking lack of meetings and walk to work. "I'll eat a piece of hearty whole wheat toast with jelly only, and drink a bit of orange juice." That's what I said. I still walked to work, but I fueled up on apple pie.
Homemade apple pie! Using apples I picked yesterday at the local orchard and lots of butter. I swear I can feel my chest constrict after eating a slice, but I WALKED to work, so....
I just adjusted my bra. It's too small--all of my bras are. (Too much apple pie stuffed in there?) When I was thin, I couldn't come up with cleavage; 'miracle bras' would have had to be touched by god himself to really work. Now I'm still tiny, at least by porn standards, but my bras don't know it. They're working hard. And who has time to be properly sized up? I don't.
Yesterday we were all sitting around in the living room when Kevin said, "The cows are in the front yard!" "Just one, or....?" I asked. "All of them!" he said. I might have a pasture, but I also have neighbors, and nothing will remind you more quickly of the fact that you live in town on a relatively busy street than watching five full grown cows, flush with newfound freedom and untouched grass, moving briskly toward the street! and the neighbors! "Kevin--RUN around and get in front of them!" He did, I took the flank, and they turned and fled back to the pasture.
Trying to usher five cows (including one slightly rambunctious and obviously nervous bull) into an open gate that is 14' wide, while keeping five curious--too curious--horses from ushering themselves out of that same gate...well, it takes some skill. It's kinda like getting a ball to land in the right hole on one of those hand-held cardboard game things (ahh--so descriptive!).
It also takes some lung power. Despite the fact that Kevin smokes, he can outrun me easily, which pisses me off. I was sprinting UP the yard, trying to head 'em off at the passes, my lungs straining with the effort, my mind simultaneously thinking of Harry and Hermione, always running around 'with their lungs burning' or with 'stitches in their sides', and the horror of having cows loose on Eleventh St., and the complete necessity of getting those walking hamburgers back into the pasture. We did, but I swear I was slightly nauseous afterwards with the effort.
One of the reasons it's so difficult is because I am woefully out of shape. Still. My scale number is too big. Still. My debt number is up there, too, and these big numbers have led to a good amount of stress and a few fewer credit cards (we cut some of them up). We're trying as much as we can to go to a cash-only way of life, but it's very difficult given the credit cards bills that we must pay. We'll get through it--we will--but it will take awhile and it's made me question my commitment to these interesting but hideously low-paying positions. I even visited the Hill website the other day--working from home as a sales rep and having a company car and benefits is starting to look pretty good. As for my weight, well, I walked to work today! But I fully intend on having another piece of that wonderful pie after I've walked back home.
There's so much more, but I need to get back to it. No meetings today, but two big ones tomorrow.
So long, friends and loved ones!
