Oh, My Aching Back

Well, I injured my back over the weekend. It's not real bad, but if I turn toward the right or try to bend over, the pain is stabbing. Anyway, I'll work through it.

I had the girls all weekend. It was quite a time. We're working on the "May I please have another" whatever? Rather than "Gimme some more." Wow. Spoiling them was easy. Un-spoiling them is going to be hard.

I guess I don't need to say that I didn't make it to the gym this morning. I will get back tomorrow and do some mild stretching exercises.

OK. That's it for now.

Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?

I feel bad that I haven't been posting. I finally got my Internet service at home. It took long enough. (And the most amazing thing is that I'm paying for this.)

I'm still keeping a food journal. I believe it helps.

I've also been really depressed. I can't figure out how to get beyond it. (I'm already taking antidepressants. What else can I do? Oh yeah. Exercise.)

I haven't been to the gym this week. I will get there tomorrow. I have to go at least twice.

Sorry I don't have much to say. I could talk about my dogs escaping from the yard. That was a real heart stopper. Once they got out, they weren't really sure about what they could do. They came so soon as I called them. Thank God they were OK.

This morning I was almost killed on the way to work. I got the asshole's license number though.

I wish I had the gumption (one of Mom's favorite words) to do something. I just want to retire.

I'm at the Mercy of Verizon

I haven't posted in a while. But that doesn't mean I haven't been doing anything. I'm trying to workout often, and I'm keeping a food journal again. It's the diet that always slays my progress. Keeping a journal of what I'm eating during the day helps me keep track of how much I've eaten. I know. That's kinda like, "Duh." But a lot of people don't keep a journal, and I think they might do a lot better if they did.

Home is much the same. I did get my fence fixed. Actually I had some new fencing put up because the old was so bad it couldn't be repaired. I keep looking out the window at my new fence because I can't believe it's fixed.

I bought some flowers to plant, but Caleb decided to destroy them. I could've killed him, but I didn't. He didn't know they weren't for him. Still, I can't believe the little shit did it.

Anything else? Easter came and went. Yes, the bunny came to visit the girls. I did go overboard with the candy. That's when I decided a food journal was my only hope.

I'm still without Internet at home. Still waiting for Verizon to show up and fix it. I could say more, but will hold my tongue for now. However, it is the top reason I haven't posted in a while. I can't post if I can't get on the Internet. (Do you have any idea how many times these bastards have wanted to email me with updates? How I'm I going to get them? Really?)

Ok. Ok. I'll have more later when I get my service back.

Hiding in a Cave in Afghanistan

Last night I dreamed I was hiding in a cave in Afghanistan. I was worried that the people there would find me before I could get out. I was sure I was leaving soon—even expecting it. But I still feared I would be found if I wasn't careful. Someone else was there with me, but I cannot remember who it was. It may have been my brother, but the image is vague.

I sneaked the occasional peek outside—mostly to find out if anyone was near my hiding place. As I watched the people, I marveled at how different their life was from mine. I noticed that they got a great deal more exercise than Americans—most of their day was spent walking to get water or to work in their fields. I felt compassion for them. But I also felt envy because we had lost much of the drive that they had to better themselves. I guess I was thinking that as Americans, we think we are above manual labor. And in my view that it sad because we lose the pride and joy of that comes with making something with your own hands—whether it's a garden or some other manufactured product.

In the midst of my wonderment, however, I was still fearful. I knew if the people found me, they wouldn't like me just because I am an American. I wished that things weren't the way that they are.

Anyway, it was a pretty deep dream. It seemed like it was brief—maybe lasting 10 minutes. And it didn't have a resolution. I woke up before I actually got out. So what does it mean? Maybe that I've been watching the news entirely too much.

Still Waiting for Spring

I know. I haven't posted for a while. I haven't had Internet service at home for about two weeks. It's getting frustrating. If I had known what I know today, I never would've switched my service.

I made it to the gym four days last week, and, so far, today this week. I like working out. I'm just having a time getting out of bed. But I'm getting better.

As far as the diet, I'm trying to eat things that are good for me. I figure if I stuff myself with carrots it won't be as bad as miniature Hershey bars. Sometimes, for me anyway, it's just the act of eating something that satisfies me. I am a compulsive eater, no doubt. I'm always in the "what-can-I-eat-next" mode. So i've been going for baby carrots, grape tomatoes, and apples—things that take a while to eat and really are a source of vitamins and fiber. Don't forget fiber. Boy, that has an effect, doesn't it?

So that's where I'm at. But I'm doing OK. I feel OK. Having my girls around me helps my mood. I love them so much. Also, I'm still playing piano—well, learning to play piano. I'm getting better at that, too.

On Sunday, it was 70 degrees. Today. it's snowing. My sinuses are suffering. When will it finally be Spring?