Friday Frazzle

Sorry, no Aftermath: Part 3 post today. I still haven't managed to get any decent pictures of the Rhinebeck loot. This weekend, I promise.

No, it's 9:20 PM, and I've just gotten home from a choir board meeting (by the way, I'm now the chairman of the board. Phase 1 of my ascension to Queen of the Universe is now complete!!!). Phil's gone up to bed already (he's got a cold, and not just any cold, a bonafide MAN cold), but I'm still a bit too wired. I feel like I've been cheated out of my down time, damnit! Even though, as Phil was quick to point out to me, I didn't have to put the kids to bed, so I DID have some down time.

What can I blather on about then? The week flew by, as usual. Everyone here is sick, including me, but luckily I seem to be on the mend, mostly. I've still got a sleep debt to make good on, but there's no point in going up earlier and just tossing and turning when your mind is going 100 miles an hour, is there?

I had my measurements taken at Curves this week, and I got some great results! I lost 3.5 pounds and 1 inch off my waistline, all in 3 weeks! Yay! It actually WORKS, people. I was previously convinced that it was a myth, but it turns out that this new-fangled thing they call "exercise" really does help one get a better physique. Who woulda thunk it?

Still, I was shocked when I realized exactly how many pounds of plain old body fat I'm actually lugging around every day. When you get your weigh-in at the end of the month, they measure your Body Fat Index as well as your weight and other measurements, and let me tell you: 27.1% body fat may very well be "fair" for a woman of my age, but in my case that totals out to 41.3 POUNDS of fat. FAT!!!!! Just imagine 41 pounds of butter oozing off the top of your kitchen counter. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww.

So I've set some new goals, and I'm finding my success thus far to be highly motivating. I am woman, hear me huff and puff.

Speaking of Curves, remember a while back I mentioned that I didn't realize that you could do a dance version of Blue Oyster Cult's (Don't Fear) The Reaper? Well, they did one better today. A friggin' dance version of Tammy Wynette's Stand by your Man. I actually burst out laughing in the middle of a workout. The other women thought I was giddy from the heat. Is it just me who finds that funny?

All right, I've got a full plate tomorrow. Groceries, laundry, food, shutting down the flower beds... Your basic DORMA day. I was going through all the things we want to get done with Phil this week, and when I asked him if I was forgetting something, he said "Yeah. How about: Relaxing".

Relaxing??? On a weekend? I tell you, sometimes it's like the man doesn't even live in the same house.

I promise to return to knit-blog format this weekend! In the meantime,

Happy Knitting Everyone!