Strange things happen on Friday the 13th around me.
This year, not so much.
Yesterday, as I was out and about, tutoring in the Writing Center, I stopped thinking about what I needed to / should / would do. We didn’t have any clients (but that will change, thanks to The Bear making a WC appointment mandatory for his class, and his class having over 40 students), so I spent most of the time google-reading Aldous Huxley’s Perennial Philosophy.
It’s a great book, an exciting and validating book, actually, but it’s an incredibly long book, since I’m having to google a quite a bit to get a handle on it. Frustrating, but ultimately very, very rewarding.
I had my fat pants on yesterday. I didn’t realize that my only clean pair of pants, so crisp and new looking, were my fat pants until about 10 minutes before I had to be at the Writing Center, preferably dressed. They were big, sure, but caught at my hips, so, while embarrassingly baggy, they were also sloppily chic.
Not really, but I’m still in denial about how horrible they looked. It’ll teach me to do laundry more promptly, anyway.
I found myself thinking, “I expected more looseness for a 65 lb loss.” And a couple of neurons fired in my brain at that thought. First, that, even if it took me 5 years to accomplish, my net loss is still 65 lbs. I am, for better or worse, 65 lbs lighter than I was 5 years ago.
Secondly, that, with the scale jump, it’s no longer 65 lbs. It’s 72 lbs, and some change. I won’t “really” be weighing till Monday, but there it is.
But now, I’m off to work.
Frustrating, but ultimately very rewarding.