Blogging My Fat: Week 2

Exercise gives your endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands.

On the upside, I've started back with rugby and have been eating more fruits and vegetables. On the downside, I can't stop shoveling food into my gob. I'm unusually blue as of late, which is making me eat more. And the more I eat, the less I move around. And the less I move, the more blue I get. It is a nasty cycle.

Goals for the week: Move more. Reread Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Stretch. Walk Molly on a cool September morning just before the sun comes up.

Can't Escape

I think the pink and blue flowered wallpaper in Gmom's spare bedroom is about to put me over the edge. This kind of reminds me of a short story I had to read in college about this woman who slowly went crazy, and as she declines she becomes obsessed with the yellow wallpaper in her room, imagining women trapped behind the pattern, creeping around. Sometimes I feel as though all of the flowers are going to jump off of the wall and rush the bed.

It is unbelievably difficult living a life where nothing is yours. The furniture, the curtains, the pink sheets, the stacks of National Geographics, the shows she watches in the evenings. And you know you can't suggest any dramatic changes because that might upset her equilibrium. And then you feel guilty and ungrateful and even more wretched than before.

Eh, it could be worse. The wallpaper could be that shiny metallic paper with the women's turbaned heads that used to be in Grandmother Easterling's guest bathroom.

Blogging My Fat: Beginnings

The chub is getting to be a bit much. I'm going to be chronicling my weight loss on this blog each week in hopes that this very public chronicling will help hold me accountable. It looks like I'll need to lose about 80 pounds to get into a healthy range (yikes!), so this is going to be one long journey.

For the coming week, I plan on focusing on incorporating more fruits and veggies into my diet. I'll also be going back to rugby practice, which I dread because of the weight gain.

My other blog is famous!

...at least at the local level.

The Shockoe Examiner got a nice write-up in Buttermilk and Molasses. You know you have arrived in the blogging world when you are on John Sarvay's radar. Woohoo!

Now if only more than two people would read this blog. Haha!

Weekend Recap

up early - South of the James Market - gorging myself on blackberries and other yummy market finds - library - reading - taking the nephew to see Transformers 2 - pot roast supper w/ the fam - Facebook stalking - bed late - up late - church w/ the gmom - taking niece to see the otters at Maymont - hanging around in the bro's apartment (watching 30 minutes of Twilight might or might not have been involved) - Tom Collinses with the folks - laundry - bed

Experience

Some men break your heart in two,
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that cleans up the matter.

(Dorothy Parker)

Favorite Edgar Allan Poe Poem

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were---I have not seen
As others saw---I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I loved alone.
Then---in my childhood---in the dawn
Of a most stormy life---was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold---
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by---
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.