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So I’m back, in more ways than one. I’m back writing, and I’m also back at my free WordPress site. It was an interesting foray into paying for hosting and all that, but it was too much pressure. Pressure to keep to a set schedule to try to build a following so that I could maybe make money from the site in order to pay for the hosting I couldn’t afford. Pressure to write, even when I didn’t feel like I had anything to say, because there was a bill to pay now. I greatly prefer free, where I can write when I need to speak, and not worry about it when life gets crazy or I feel like I have nothing to contribute.
I spent a few hours yesterday moving as many posts from the last two years as I could get. I didn’t get a backup saved before my hosting expired, so I had to use the Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine to retrieve the posts from old copies. There were still a few I couldn’t get. And most of them with pictures no longer have them. But somewhere on my netbook I know I have them all, so I’ll find them and put them back eventually. Maybe. I may just call it good enough that I retrieved all that writing.
It’s been a very tough couple years. I’ve learned what it truly means to trust God to provide for your family. And what it truly means to surrender your future to Him. I’ve had moments of profound thankfulness that I homeschool, and moments where I wondered if it was the right thing when our life has been so hectic. But that same craziness that made me wonder if my daughter would fare better with the regularity of public school, would have meant changing schools enough times that it would have been even more traumatic. I pray that our life will be mostly restored soon, but I know that in some things, we still have a long way to go.
A quick look at the last couple years:
September 2012 – My husband, under the leading of God, quit his job. A debt collector, attempting to collect on one of our medical debts, garnished our bank account (i.e. wiped it out), causing us to be behind on our house payment. Despite turning in over $3000 worth of past due bills to his 401(k) in an attempt to receive funds for economic hardship, they approved around $300. That didn’t even catch up the house, much less the utilities that were near being shut off. When he quit his job, we were able to cash out his 401(k) and catch everything up. We hoped this would be a short time of unemployment, since we were being obedient to God and he’d been working for 8 years there, so we figured he had established himself as reliable.
January 2013 – We ran out of 401(k) money. Thankfully, we were able to get our taxes done quickly and with our large refund, we floated a few more months.
May 2013 – Despite our best efforts, we lost our house. We moved out and into a house with my father-in-law. It’s actually a little bit painful to look back at posts from our old house. There were problems with it, but it was ours, you know? I cried as we drove away for the last time.
July 2013 – After a mass of crazy paperwork stuff, we got my husband’s pension money. Our tax refund had run out in May. We got the money just in time to pay rent on the new place we’d been living with my father-in-law (he’d covered our first month there).
August 2013 – We discovered that I was pregnant. In July 2012, we had felt God calling us to let him be in charge of our family size and He had promised us a son. I was beginning to think the promised son may be a long way off when I started being fatigued and occasionally nauseous. I ignored it for several weeks until my husband insisted that I was pregnant. I took a test. It was positive. Very few members of our family met the news with happiness.
October 2013 – The pension money was gone. We were going to lose yet another place to live. I prayed nonstop for God to keep us from being homeless. Nothing happened. Then, I owned up to my fear of homelessness. I gave God control and acknowledged that even if we became homeless, He could still care for us. The hymn, Have Thine Own Way, Lord, grew exponentially more meaningful.
November 2013 – In the midst of moving, after 13 months of unemployment, my husband finally got a new job. As a pizza delivery driver, making less than minimum wage part time. I was struggling with fatigue and morning sickness and my husband was working every hour he could get as we tried to pack and find a place to go with no income to pay for it.
December 2013 – A member of our church family took us in temporarily. Our landlord, feeling that we had taken too long to move (despite the fact that she never evicted us or gave us a deadline to get out), changed the locks on the home we were leaving. She refused to allow us to get the rest of our belongings. The value of the belongings was such that we will require a lawyer to take he to court in order to resolve this. We have yet to find a lawyer.
We also have yet to find a place to live. We applied with public housing, but have made very little progress. On April 1, 2014, we welcomed our promised son into the world. Elijah Paul is the spitting image of his big brother. Unlike his big brother, he has a working thyroid (and that is literally the second question people asked after what he weighed and such). He is a very calm and mellow baby who took to breastfeeding right away. He has brought me such immense joy.
So, we’re still technically homeless. Or maybe it’s technically not homeless. I’m not sure. And when we get a place, we will have no dishes or pots and pans. We lost a large portion of our school supplies and all of the children’s books. But we have our family, and we’re healthy, and in the last 7 months, my husband went from delivery driver to assistant manager to store manager. It’s pretty much unheard of. When I was younger, I worked as a delivery driver for 9 months and couldn’t even get a raise when a coworker commented on how hard I worked. Most of the managers I had, had been working in the industry for several years. We know that his advancement comes from God. And we are very thankful, especially since it means that we no longer need to wait on public housing. We can being to set aside money and start looking for a new place to live. I am hopeful that if we continue being faithful, we’ll be in a home of our own again by the end of August. God has seen us through times that made me weep more intensely than I ever have in my life. But in those moments, I felt Him so strongly. There were days that I literally felt Him changing me. And it was painful and beautiful and intense. But I am better now for all of it. And despite the fact that we’d hoped to be on our own again before the baby was born, I was so thankful to be somewhere that I could get help with the older two as I recovered from childbirth. On our worst days, our church family has been there for us. They are most certainly the arms of Christ wrapping around us in our need.
I know it’s been a while since I posted anything, but this has seriously been crawling around in my brain insisting on coming out. So here I am.
Over the last week or so, I have seen a certain movie trailer at least a half-dozen times. Probably a lot more than that. The whole movie looks like something I wouldn’t be interested in. It hasn’t hinted at any plot and looks like it’s basically just a thinly veiled excuse to spend a couple hours watching people get drunk and do stupid things. But that seems to be the trend these days, so whatever. That doesn’t so much bother me. But there’s a short exchange in the trailer that got my attention every time. It goes like this:
Boy 1: She’s cute, right?
Boy 2: Yeah, she’s cute, but she’s not my type.
Boy 1: What’s your type?
Boy 2: Girls that want to have sex with me.
Then both boys appear to laugh at what is supposedly a joke. The first time I saw the trailer, I rolled my eyes and the cynical part of my brain that grew up in the World said “Ugh. That is so young guys these days.” The second time I saw the trailer, something just didn’t sit right. And after 4 or 5 times, that part of the trailer actually made me a little angry. Because I realized what was being said, not just between those two characters, but to every young man and woman watching the movie:
Girls, you are only as attractive to a man as your willingness to have sex with him. Boys, you are only worth as much as your ability to get girls to have sex with you.
Well, I have something to say to all the young men and women who are going to see that movie and hear that message, and you’ll have to pardon my language a little, because I’m just not sure I could get it across any other way.
Dammit, you are worth so much more than sex.
Girls. You are not the sum of your parts. You are not a vagina and a pair of tits and some legs. You are not just a blond or a brunette or a redhead. You are intelligent. You have hopes and dreams and fears and weaknesses. You enjoy hobbies. You probably like certain books. You have a family that has shaped your life. You have a past that has made you who you are. And you deserve to have a man care about all of that. You deserve someone who will meet your family and listen to the stories of your life growing up. You deserve someone who will value and respect your intelligence and encourage you to pursue your hobbies. You deserve someone who will be interested in your hopes and fears. Who will work to make your hopes come true and protect you from your fears. You deserve more than sex. And any man who thinks you aren’t his type because you don’t want to immediately have sex with him, does not deserve your time.
Boys. You are not the sum of your parts. Your worth is not measured by your penis or how it looks or how many women it’s been with. You are not measured by your likelihood to become an underwear model. You are intelligent. You have hopes and dreams and fears and weaknesses. You enjoy hobbies. You probably like certain books. You have a family that has shaped your life. You have a past that has made you who you are. And you deserve to have a woman care about all of that. You deserve someone who will meet your family and listen to the stories of your life growing up. You deserve someone who will value and respect your intelligence and encourage you to pursue your hobbies. You deserve someone who will hear your fears and weaknesses and not think less of you for them. You deserve someone who will hear your hopes and dreams and inspire you to achieve them. You deserve more than sex. And anyone who tells you that you aren’t a man because you haven’t had sex with enough women is leading you astray. You are worth more than the notches on your bedpost. Manhood is less about sex and more about taking responsibility for your actions.
I know that millions of young people across the country will see that movie. And they will hear those lines. And many of them will laugh. But it is far from funny. It is wrong. It sends a message that devalues every person that believes it. There is more to life than sex (and drinking). And you deserve to have all of it.
P. S. I know that there are those who will dismiss everything I just said at the mention of Jesus, so I’m putting this down here. But in my life, I have never found anyone who could give me all those things I deserve. I love my husband and he loves me, but neither of us are perfect. Jesus Christ was. And He knows you, down to every cell in your body. And He loves you more than any person will ever be capable of. If you don’t know Christ as your Savior and Lord, I would be more than happy to answer any questions you have or discuss it further. But if you don’t want to drag Jesus into the discussion, still know that you are worth everything I said and more.
Something is going to be cut out. I’m not one hundred percent sure yet what it’s going to be, but I’m leaning toward the blog. I enjoy it. But I don’t always have time for it. And the only way to be a “good” blogger is to be a consistent blogger, so when I realize a week has gone by without a post, I feel shades of guilty and wonder if I should be apologizing, or if, since it’s my blog, I should just do whatever I feel like and who cares if other people decide not to read anymore because I just wasn’t feeling it for a couple weeks.
I’ve been enjoying doing the book reviews. Though I’ve slowed down considerably in my reading. I had a couple weeks in there where I was just devouring anything I could get my hands on. And while I’m still reading, it’s not as much, or as quickly, and the couple things I still need to review just haven’t grabbed me like past items. The urge to share them with everyone right now so they can get their own copy just isn’t there. So the reviews haven’t been written.
Then there’s the computer issue. For various reasons that make me want to spank every single person that lives with me and then go find the electrician who wired our house and spank them too, my netbook battery is fried. So it will only work when plugged in. Which is, unfortunately, more difficult than it sounds. The plug-in that’s hidden enough to actually keep the thing plugged in, is part of a group of things that like to randomly have power outages that leave the rest of our house unaffected. Plugging in to an outlet not affected by this random wiring issue that I hope doesn’t burn our house down before we have a chance to move out of it, means using an extension cord that my children then step on because if there’s an empty room with one small item on the floor, they will find a reason to step on that small item. Please tell me this is not restricted to my children.
The result of all that is that I haven’t been spending much time on my computer. And when I’m on there, I usually have a bazillion emails that need to be dealt with because I can’t do a lot of things on my phone so any email that requires an action gets left for me to deal with “Later, when I can get on the computer.” And then there’s the fact that I’m the education director for my church now and I have this grand plan for our front bulletin board. But it requires me to spend some time making the various elements to put up. And then, through God’s crazy workings, I’m the Sunday School teacher for kindergarten through 3rd grade, and that is definitely a class that requires preparation. They are so easily distracted, if I don’t know what we’re doing, they’ll have us dancing around listening to music for the whole hour.
Plus, we’re getting ready to move. Sometime. We have to wait for someone else to move out before we can move in, so right now we’re just waiting and hoping we don’t lose our house before we can move.
And while all of this is perfect fodder for blogging, and I seriously have moments when I’m out and think “I need to write this down so I can blog it,” the reality is that I’m too busy living it, to blog it. Maybe if I had an easy way to get things from my Kindle to my computer, I could do it. But I don’t currently have an app that would allow me to create a document on the Kindle and get it to my computer. And I hate handwriting stuff that I want to blog because I just don’t have time to do the retyping later. When you barely have time to write, you don’t want to cut that in half by making yourself repeat work.
So. All that to say that I don’t know how long I’ll be trying this. And really, my hosting runs out at the end of November, and unless life takes a drastic turn for the prosperous, I can’t afford to renew it. Which means going back to wordpress.com. Not a completely unhappy thought, since I actually rather liked all the things they took care of for me (like having an email list where people could get updated when I post or keeping really awesome statistics regarding visitors and such). But in the blogging world, it seems you’re not a “real” blog if there’s a “wordpress” or “blogger” in your blog’s address. But maybe I can upgrade from wordpress.com and get my own domain name without paying an arm and a leg for it. If I decide to keep going. I still haven’t decided that.
For now, I’m going to keep giving it a go. Next week, hopefully I’ll get around to talking about what we’ve been doing in school. And how in the world I ended up teaching the age group that frustrates me most. And I still have a couple reviews to write.
Should be good times if I can get myself to the computer to write it all out.
The beginning of things is the fact that we can’t afford the place we live. When we decided to purchase our current home, we were allowing a woman who was eight months pregnant to make our decisions (yes, I’m talking about me). And the fact is, our last place had mold from a hole in the ceiling and I was freaked out. If I’d spent an extra five minutes looking at our finances, I would have known we couldn’t afford it. And if I’d spent another five minutes beyond that praying, I’m pretty sure God would have told me to do something else. But I didn’t, and we’ve spent the last two years struggling to make our house payment and lot rent every month (yes, we have both). Because a mobile home isn’t really all that expensive (in terms of houses), our loan was only a 7 year loan (much like a new car). So if we’d been able to keep it up for another 5 years, we’d be down to just the lot rent and life would have been fine.
But then the owners of our community decided to sell the place. And the new owners sent everyone a letter indicating that they are going to be raising rent in the next 30 days. Our precarious balance (that wasn’t balancing very well due to medical debts) was gone. If the lot rent goes up, we go from barely making ends meet to not making ends meet. So we’ve decided to move. We’ll attempt to sell our house, but if it doesn’t sell quickly enough, we’ll just have to give it back to the bank. Which sucks on your credit report, but not as bad as foreclosure, which is the other option.
Finding a place that would actually be affordable for us, wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped, or as hard as I’d begun to fear once I got started. The biggest problem with moving, is motivating myself to get started packing. I may or may not have mentioned that I went to 13 different schools growing up. And each of those schools involved at least one house. Sometimes more. And then if you add in the places we lived before I hit school, and the places I lived between high school and getting married, I’ve probably lived in close to 30 places. I may not remember them all, but I remember enough moves to know that I hate moving. Really hate. So even though I know that procrastinating makes the problem bigger, it’s hard to get started. Because I hate the whole thing so much. Not to mention, we’re not 100% sure when we’ll be able to actually get into our new place. So I have no idea how much time I have. Which makes it all that much harder to plan. But I am definitely figuring out that I need to get started. I need to make a plan, even if it’s not an accurate timeline yet.
This week is Elisebeth’s birthday, along with a couple cousins and family friends. And there’s a baby shower. And then Labor Day weekend is my birthday. And all that really means is that without a plan, I’m sunk. We have too much to do for me to be putting it off.
So, in an attempt to get myself going, I’m going to hop over to flylady.net and get her moving tips. And I’ll just put it on a two-week timeline, since that’s probably the shortest amount of time we’ll have and if we end up with more time, then it’ll just be a bonus. I can do this. I will do this.
I got so far ahead with all my review reading, I really thought I had something ready to go for last Friday. Apparently not. But it’s pretty much the end of birthday season around here (4 birthday parties and a baby shower in 2 weeks), so I should be getting my act back together. This Friday, I’ll be reviewing a writing book (a double whammy in the fiction-related category!). Then, I’m going to finish up reviewing a book I finished a couple weeks ago. And for Weight Loss Wednesday next week, I’m going to try to review a book I got free for the Kindle that has information on working out without a gym. I definitely need to find a reason to get my butt in gear after all the birthday cake in the last couple weeks. Reviewing a book will work for me. And I desperately need to get a Teach Me Tuesday post up. We’ve been doing school since July, because I want to have as much of December off as possible. So there’s plenty to talk about. And a dilemma that’s causing me quite a bit of mental anguish (even though I know it probably has a simple solution). And there’s going to be a product review in there somewhere. So basically, I’m going to be busy writing for the next few days. And it’s going to mean that I’ll hopefully get a little ahead and no one will even notice I’m gone while we move (which will probably be at the end of September).
I’m not putting this one on Fiction Friday, since the Bible isn’t fiction. But something beautiful came in the mail for me today. It’s the Bride’s Bible from Thomas Nelson Publishers. It’s a KJV Bible and it’s absolutely gorgeous. I don’t even think that my pictures will do it justice. My family’s wedding season for this year is over, but I think this would make a really great gift for a bride. Maybe something from the maid of honor or one of the mothers. Other than the incredible cover, it’s also smaller than the usual Bible. Not quite as small as the pocket Bibles, but smaller than my Personal size one. I took some pictures to compare the size and the thickness. The green one in the back is my Personal size Bible. Since I carry my backpack with me everywhere, I have enough room to stick it in there. If I were still carrying a purse, I would definitely prefer the smaller size of the ultra-slimline Bride’s Bible.
As you can see, their provided graphic, does not do the actual Bible justice. Yes, the pattern is accurate, but their graphic looks like it might be gray or black. In reality, it’s a gorgeous, shimmery silver. Even my pictures don’t truly show how beautiful this Bible is. It’s been a long time since I got married, but I would have loved to receive something this beautiful. At the front of the Bible, it contains the usual presentation page, but adds to it. There’s a page for documenting your wedding details, including space for wedding pictures and a message from your wedding party. It will not only be a beautiful Bible, but also a really amazing keepsake.
My green Bible, contains two maps. They’re located inside the back cover. This Bible contains 8 pages of maps at the back. They’re full color, just like the ones at the back of my larger Bible, but they cover a lot more, simply because there are four times as many.
I only have two things that I would say detract from the Bible. The first, is that it appears to only be available in KJV. Now, I have nothing against KJV, but it is most definitely harder to read than other versions. I’m pretty sure it reads at a 12th grade level (if my random trivia knowledge is correct).
Since the average American only reads at the 6th grade level, that’s something to consider. The other issue is the size of the type. Yes, it’s bigger than those pocket Bibles, but really, even little kids with perfect eyes can have trouble reading the words in those things. And really, it’s not too bad. But the type is noticeably smaller than that in my regular Bible. So if you suspect any sort of vision problems, a Bible magnifying lens is a must-have accessory. They aren’t that expensive, but you don’t want to give a gift that requires the purchase of something else, so be sure to spring for the lens.
Overall, I think it’s pretty clear that I’m in love with this Bible. I was so excited for it to arrive and opening it was like Christmas. I think any bride would be lucky to receive a Bible as beautiful as this. So definitely keep it in mind for the Christian brides in your future.
Disclosure: In exchange for my review, I received a free copy of this Bible from Thomas Nelson Publishers, through their BookSneeze program. I chose it to review because I thought it looked pretty in their picture, so if I hadn’t received it free, and knew a soon-to-be bride, I probably would have bought one anyway. Thus, my opinions are not affected by the free item.
I haven’t really done anything different. Rather than going to the fitness class last Thursday, I sat in a waiting room so my husband could go to the doctor. Rather than going to the fitness class early Saturday morning, my family went to my brother’s the night before and didn’t get home until after 1am. Needless to say, there was very little chance of me getting up and working out at 7am. We ate at home a little more frequently, because I spent all of our food money (and a little extra) on a massive grocery shopping trip. We were out of a lot of things, which had contributed to us eating out a lot more than we should. So I suppose we didn’t eat as much junk. Though I did buy a bag of candy bars. And I’ve been drinking soda again. So really, I figured that measuring myself was probably not a good idea. But the numbers were better. And some of them were even better than before I got all stressed out and stopped running. So I don’t know why, but I’ve lost body. I don’t know about the weight thing yet. Too scary. But I’ve lost an inch and a half around my waist, and since I’d gained back an inch, that puts me ahead. I also lost an inch in my hips and legs. I have no explanation for this. My husband says stress and not eating. But I don’t think an argument could really be made for not eating. I have most definitely been eating. Though, I did also get some stomach upset in the last week. So maybe it’s more like, stress, not overeating, and getting sick so it all flew right through. Maybe that did it. Who knows?
A couple years ago, in my first or second year as an ML for NaNoWriMo, I participated in an online secret santa among the MLs. I never received a gift, and for a long time, I was worried that my gift didn’t make it to the intended recipient. UPS said they’d left it on the front porch, but it just so happened to be a year with big snows. I was worried it may have disappeared in a snowdrift. Months later, I received a thank you card, along with a beautiful bookmark and was greatly relieved. However, it left me with a little bit of a bad taste for online gift exchanges.
I’ve seen mention of several blogger gift exchanges and thought they sounded cool, but there was always that experience of the previous exchange looming. Plus, some of them I’d only read about after the fact. And really, it’s not an issue of “If I get a gift, I better get one back.” It’s more of a, “I don’t know if I can really spare the money for a gift, so it’s a sacrifice and maybe I’ll get ignored in return.” Most of my issue with the ML Secret Santa thing was that, because of all the snow, I was worried that they really had sent me something and it got buried in a snowdrift. And then there’s also the fact that I hate when someone commits to do something and then doesn’t follow through.
But I decided to be brave. When I saw mention of a Thrifty Gift Exchange ($10 or less), and it was actually early enough to sign up, I decided to give it a go. The $10 or less thing made me feel better about buying a stranger a gift, and honestly, I’ve been meaning to interact more with other bloggers. Blogging is supposed to be about community, right? So I signed up. And while I don’t regret it, I definitely learned some things.
1) If it doesn’t go in my phone, I don’t remember it. I could have been way ahead of the game on this one, but instead, I was only a few days from the mailing deadline when I realized I’d forgotten all about it and emailed my partner to get her info and look at her blog. I really should have determined before I even got her info when and where I was going to shop for her.
2) Thrift stores in this town suck. I went to three. And I ended up buying my thrifty gift from the clearance section at a regular store because there was just nothing good at any of them. The first had jewelry and accessories. A lot of them actually. But none of them was even close to what I was looking for. So no-go. The second told me I couldn’t carry my backpack in their store. But as worried as they apparently were about being stolen from, I wasn’t about to leave my backpack (with my few expensive belongings) out in my car to be stolen. Plus, from the few minutes I was in their store, their jewelry and accessory pickings were slim. The third one, didn’t have any jewelry at all. So yeah. If I’m going to be shopping thrift stores for an exchange in the future, I’d better get clothing and shoe sizes. Otherwise, it’s not happening.
3) The post office likes to be closed on Mondays. I was already behind. Then I saw the perfect stuff, but when I went back for it, I misremembered the times and the event was over, so I couldn’t get it. Then all the thrift store hopping happened. So, basically, I was supposed to get my package in the mail by the 25th, and I hadn’t even found anything good yet. So I emailed my partner (because communication is big), and promised to have it in the mail the next Monday. And then the post office was closed. Curse them and their random holidays!
Anyway, the package made it off the next day. And I followed the monetary guidelines, even if I didn’t find anything in the thrift stores (which was supposed to be the thing – finding treasures for each other in thrift stores). Honestly, she got a much better gift from the clearance section than anything I even saw in the thrift stores. Everything just looked dirty to me. Worse than stuff I’ve found in garage sales. I was tempted to make her a gift out of duct tape, but I felt like the exchange was about finding treasures within a budget, not about creating something. My next gift exchange, I’ll try to go for a “create something” exchange. For now, I”m happy that I bit the bullet and participated. I got to meet a cool new lady, whose blog I’d never visited before (and that I plan to spend a lot more time exploring), and I got a good learning experience regarding what is and is not available in the thrift stores in my town. And also, which one to not shop in, because they’d make me leave my bag outside. Which is a little like my phone in its importance to me. I have everything in there, including stuff that I can’t afford to replace if it gets stolen.
It seems that I was partnered up with someone who is equally plagued by procrastination, since I haven’t received anything yet. I don’t really mind, since this time I at least got to talk to my partner. And I can always update this post when something does come. This will be linked up with the Thrifty Gift Exchange at a punk, a pumpkin, and a peanut.
Edit: I did get something just a few days after this post went up. It was a beautiful scarf and a lovely necklace. My partner was clearly a much better thrifter than I was. I apologize that I never got any pictures of what she sent me.
I finally measured myself. Though, I have stayed far away from the evil Wii Fit and it’s scale. So no idea on the weight. But there is both bad news, and good news.
The Bad News
The stress did have a negative affect on my measurements. I expected as much, which is why I hadn’t measured myself. But I was eating more than I should (and worse than I should). And I haven’t worked out since I hurt myself (I forgot I already had plans last week so I missed the free fitness classes I’d learned about). Really, the bad news was expected.
The Good News
Not all of my measurements went up. I actually lost an inch in my hips, and my legs stayed the same. Only my waist and arms went up, and those not by much. It could have been much worse. I think it’s a testament to my attempts at changing my stress-behavior that I didn’t eat my way back up a pant size. I’ve been much more aware of when it’s a bad day sending me to the cupboard, rather than a growling stomach. And I think that’s really kept the damage to a minimum.
I’m not going to post my measurements this week, mostly because I still haven’t worked out again. It might sound vain, but it’s really not. I just feel like, until I get back into action, the measurements don’t mean anything. I’m just sitting around spouting hot air and expecting the numbers to change. So until I’ve worked out, I don’t feel like a discussion of the positive or negative change in my numbers is very important. The numbers are a tool for me to gauge the effectiveness of what I’m doing. Currently, I’m doing nothing. Therefore, there is no effectiveness to judge.
I have no plans on this Thursday, and I’ll hopefully get to bed earlier on Friday so I can get up for the fitness class Saturday morning. It’s at 7am though, which is not really a time of day that I’m usually awake. So we’ll see. I should at least be able to manage the Thursday night class without killing myself. So we’ll call this a To Be Continued. . .