I’m getting settled in, sort of. It’s a tiny place, difficult to get organized. Last night I went out with two girlfriends to see some music, my new friend from the city, and an old friend from this side of the bay. Even though the bridge is only 10 miles long, most rarely cross, especially city dwellers. My friend from this side had WLS a few years back, and I feel for her, and the malnutrtion and other problems that she was telling me how she is contending with. She is also interested in learning to backpack, so we are going to try that, maybe just hike in a mile or two, then camp. As two formerly fat women, we can relate on lots of things, though our lifestyles today are very different. I eat to lose weight, she eats to increase absorption of things that are hard for her to assimilate. Likely, we’re both used to eating a bit differently than most of our friends, but neither of us are really uptight or rigid in our eating, and as long as I’m not expected to eat a ton of meat, and have access to veggies, I’m usually content to go with the flow.
A big lesson in life: if you don’t want the answer, don’t ask. My friend was telling me how when his sister and her fiance split, she had a new man in two days. She’s 48, and hasn’t gone a week without getting laid in 30+ years. I realize she’s cute, but I’m no dog, and I never get any. K, my friend, says I look better than I have in all the time he’s known me, but I’m still not a catch for most men. Still too chubby. And also, no bubbly, warm, vivacious personality. Big sigh. I appreciate his honestly, I really hate being lied to, even if the truth is painful. I asked, because I wanted to know. I think I can lose a little more weight, as many of my skinny clothes are still too small, but I don’t think I’m going to lose a whole lot. I’m unwilling to give up my rare dessert or ice cream cone, can’t realistically exercise too much more, though I could drink a bit less. Maybe some of those treats should be more rare than they are. Moving was stressful, I know I’ve been drinking too much, but now I’m done, though not very well settled. Judging by the clothes that still don’t fit, though my weight is the same as when they did fit, I need to build some muscles, change my body, forget the numbers. I haven’t been cooking much, though it’s time to start, now that my kitchen is unpacked. That may help some. I still haven’t joined the gym on this side, am resisting for some reason, I think I need to take the day off, go for a long slow hike in some beautiful woods, and reset after a hellish week.