Husband gave me a little dress for Christmas that I might have worn a decade or two ago with great success, and instead of returning it I will use it as my 15 pound goal for Valentine's Day. We have committed to a walk each day after work to help...
And I will resist the delicious and glorious Sour Dough with onions and cheese bread I've been buying from Fortinos since I stopped drinking. Gluten does not bother me anymore - go figure - but I need to curb my bread indulgence.
Once the bread is gone, that will be it. All the weight-loss commercials have started, and I'm about to jump on the band-wagon, without joining a program.
My first sober Christmas has passed. All the dinners - sans wine. All the visiting, the feasting, the deserts, the cooking, the drinking for no reason - all done. Sans wine, sans Grand Marnier, sans rum and eggnog. A lot of tea was consumed. Now I remember way back in time - how much Tetley tea I drank. I remember tea.
Another death in celebrity-land - and is it wrong of me not to care? Sadness of course for anyone who dies at a relatively young age, but the lives of the rich and famous have never touched me - and I find it strange to emotionally attach to people I don't know. Would they care if I died? No. They are too abstract from my life. Actors, singers, politicians - they are not real to me. Am I weird? I think so.
What touches my life? The immediacy of those close to me I think.
Soon, a birth. That is real to me. Baby is due very soon, and I am so nervous for Eldest and his Lovely Lu. It is much harder to be the one awaiting someone else giving birth than it is to be the one giving birth. I keep having dreams about having or carrying babies.
And that is that, for today, near the end of the year.