1. Today I feel highly disinclined to move. Maybe it's the remnants of a truly fantastic Thanksgiving-two-days-early feast moving through my body (still), maybe it's the chill in the air, or maybe it's the last sniffles of last week's knock-me-out cold I had. Whatever the case, I'm on a Sloth Campaign today, and my cat agrees it's a lovely thing. She gets a nice warm snuggly human to curl up next to, and she understands me, for she is also One Who Does Not Move All Day.
2. Last night's Thanksgiving dinner was remarkably good, confirmed by lots of "mmm, nffft hrrrgish gnnnd!" through mouthfuls of my lump-free mashed potatoes and lump-free gravy (thanks for the tips, Nannie. I owe ya one when I get to heaven). I had an emotional moment with my thawed chicken: rubbing it down with butter and rosemary and its comparable size made me think of my babies, and I imagined some poor mother hen crying about missing Fat Alfie whom I was now shamelessly basting, and I thought that this must be how people become vegetarians (or vegans, or whatever they're supposed to be). Once he was cooking, however, Alfie started smelling delicious, the emotion disappeared, and our sacrificial chicken turned out wonderfully moist and tender for dinner. Even the white meat. So much for veganism or remorse.
3. Last night's dinner was so good, in fact, that I am still carrying some of it around with me, and likely will for a few weeks yet. It's amazing how I can go from neurotic must-reduce-ness to "eh, it's only once a year" in such a short span of time. WW's weigh-in revealed a gain of 3.4 - how?why?whyME? - and a week's worth of inactivity. But the world didn't crash in around me when the scale revealed its ugly numbers at me, and I actually felt this sense of sisterly solidarity with the other WW members at the meeting, most of whom had gained that week as well (as evidenced by a constant low-voiced muttering about tight pants, expanding waistlines, and water retention). Maybe it made me too complacent, for this morning's breakfast was not shredded wheat and skim, but two cold leftover pancakes. Oy. But I will hit the road for the first time in over a week: I am running today, and I think I am looking forward to it, except for my Campaign of Immobility (see #1).
4. I bought a Glade scenty oil thingy for downstairs during last week's fit of cleaning, only to discover that the subtle lotus-flower aroma I'd hoped for instead produced an Uzis-on-my-nose effect in my living room, due to an absent scent-regulating something-or-other. You know, that expensive bit of technology that is basically a little movable plastic disc that determines the opening of the scenty part: 1 for minimal, 7 for mausoleum. I woke up this morning, went downstairs, and my sinuses instantly inflamed, so I chucked the Glade scenty thingy to make a better-smelling landfill somewhere. Maybe a candle next time?
5. My husband is truly lovely. Last night, after feeling all bloated and cold from the weather, my husband's warm body in the bed felt like heaven. And he even let me snuggle my typically-frigid toesies and feet up against his typically-toasty ones and didn't complain one bit, and we feel asleep snuggling (well, just until I got a major itch right where his chest was against my back... and then we pulled away and snuggled with our pillows). He tells me every night how much he loves me and tells me things like how beautiful and sexy I am, even when I am next to him with a full T-day meal like lead in my belly, hair sticking up in bizarre spikes from my head, and the snucky sniffles from a cold. And even when he's tired and would rather just go to sleep right away, he lets me rest my head against his chest and talk about my day and ask him about his, and he talks with me for a while.
6. I love reading people's blogs, especially ones of people who are professional writers (or should be), because I love how they use words. I'm adding them to my link list because I think they are funny and brilliant. If you haven't seen her site already, I highly recommend this site by author Wendy McClure, who has published a really hilarious, slightly freakish book of Weight Watcher recipe cards from the 1960's, with titles like "mackerel pudding". She's hilarious - be sure to check out this for a hilarious commentary about stores that make you feel bad. Have I mentioned she's hilarious? Also, there's this one, not for the faint-of-heart and/or Mormon. She makes me want to get Photoshop, real bad, and a really good camera. And an English degree so I can write as well and as witty as she does. (Witty? Wittily? See, this is why I need the English degree...)
7. Oh, and last night: it snowed. Not a big deal for most of y'all living above the Georgia state border, but last night, it was both cold and damp (a rarity for us) and those little cold things I felt on my face if I stared up at the sky and held really, really still were, in fact, snowflakes that melted before they even hit the ground. All of this was confirmed by the massive media coverage this morning. I am surprised school wasn't cancelled.
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