I don't know whether its the full moon or the oft-mentioned Mercury Retrograde (if you ken to astrology) that was at fault these past 10 days for all the things going wrong or painful lessons being learned, but I, for one, am praying that it has passed now. Please.
Here's what happened (not necessarily in this order):
My computer, that I'd only had for three weeks, died. It cost me $180 (thanks Adrian!) to fix it. I was planning on using that money for gifts for my huz and son, both of whom have November birthdays.
My mothers refrigerator died, and she was only able to find another side by side for over a thousand dollars. So her holiday and birthday budget was compromised as well.
Halloween happened and I have no will power when it comes to candy corn. I must have eaten at least a cup of those triangular sugar bombs.
I caught the lung crud that has been going around and coughed up my lungs every night, so I didn't get much sleep. My favorite instructor, Billie, had the same thing, but also ended up with a kidney infection that has her doctors threatening her with the hospital if she doesn't take it easy and just teach her aerobics classes without breaking a sweat herself. I haven't been able to get an appointment with my doctor until doomsday, so I will either have to shake this thing myself or go to the urgent care, which is always a bummer, because you end up spending all day in the waiting room. Due to my lungs feeling like they were on fire, I didn't get to work out Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, so I had to do double workouts on Thursday and Friday and Saturday. I plan to take a family trail walk on Sunday.
I had a telephone interview for a position I was told was telecommuting/freelance that turned out to be anything but, and I wasted a whole day preparing for it.
I washed something red in with other clothing and turned a bunch of stuff pink, including a stripped shirt of my sons...he actually thought I'd done it on purpose, but he was okay with the cotton candy coloring, which is slightly disturbing from a taste standpoint.
I broke several dishes, a pitcher, the lip of my lap desk, and three ponytail holders.
My husband was laid off from his very good job on Friday. His company didn't get the contracts they thought they were going to get, and subsequently can't afford a full editorial dept, so they laid off Jim and another editor. And he has to work through next week, during his birthday, and suffer through a goodbye party when he's the kind of guy who hates crowds. I think they should give him a birthday bash and a huge severence package. He will get some severence, but not much, as he's only been there a year. Hopefully, he will get contract work soon. Our sons birthday, mine, Thanksgiving and Christmas are all coming up, and we'll be strapped for cash, again. Oy.
I took a belly dancing class last night, which was, as Beth warned me, WAYYYYY harder than it looked, and I realized that I have all the grace and coordination of a water buffalo. Undulation is just beyond me.
I gained 5 pounds and then lost 3. So I am still two pounds up from where I was about 3-4 weeks ago, but I am hoping to get back on track this month and lose another 4-6 pounds. I will have to stay away from Naan bread, Rice Dream peach pie "ice cream" and their ginger cookie version, too. I am betting I need to keep paws off the "Tings" as well. I've been baaad.
Two zits appeared on my face this week...why, I don't know...stress, maybe?
The lovely libran belly dancing instructor, who told us she's "near 60" looks younger than I do, and she's a total hottie. She is in flawless shape, and can move in such a sexy and sinuous manner that I am sure most men would be drooling on her toes after being in her presence for 5 minutes. She was a delight to talk to, and I thoroughly enjoyed her class, though I sort of waddled my way through it, but I don't think I have the gene that allows my hips to slide and shimmy in such a seductive fashion. I plod and thump about like an old badger. Still, it was enriching and invigorating to give the class a try. I wish I could afford to go again.
Which brings us to money, and my lack thereof. I haven't a clue how I am going to find money for birthdays and holidays. I need a monetary miracle, or cash-flow feng shui.
One happy thing that I heard from Carol Kayler was that Lori, one of my fellow boot campers, got back from her trip to Ethiopia, where she lost 20 pounds, due to that country's lack of sugar (a sugar free country? However do they manage?), Starbucks, and any kind of junk food. This news had everyone within hearing planning trips to Africa.
Another good idea was reading Victoria Moran's "Lit From Within" which was a joyful book full of positive ideas and wonderful words of wisdom on leading a light-filled existence, and being the beautiful woman you were meant to be. I highly recomend the book, though I do not agree with everything in it. Still, I passed it along to my friend Janine. I hope she enjoys it as much as I did.
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