Morning Vent, 23 November 2010

Gungirl^TM knows how to make a fashion statement with her black bustier and silk stockings. Woof.

    Had a very nice, tho busy day, yesterday. Had the morning shopping run to finish up. At mid-afternoon, Matt came over, and I had to bail at 3PM for my coffee meet. (That went very nicely, BTW, tho I was pretty dang nervous. I have still have a couple more real-life meetings to do, but I was happy that this came off without me getting a faceful of coffee/tea/other caffeine beverage. After sharing a coffee (tho she had a chai latte) with a really sweet, cute gal, I dropped off my Jeep at the dealer for them to fix a couple of problems. Matt picked me up and we headed back for some Call of Duty: Black Ops online action.
    Also on the plus (or, rather, the minus) side, the weekly weigh-in clocked in another 3 pounds lost. This AM, I made my spartan breakfast surrounded by temptation - donuts from my brother's morning coffee run, pizza from last night, cake from last night... And I moved on. I ignored all that crap and had my usual salad and turkey dagwood. Cannot begin to tell you what a watershed moment that is for me. I've never been able to resist temptation well. On the contrary, I used to give in all too easily. 
    The other night, chatting with the sweet Effie, I mentioned that I felt like I was running out of time. I still feel that way, like Death is always peeking over my shoulder, watching. It's like that for all of us, in one way or another, of course, since we're all mortal. But none of the close calls in my life have never moved me like Dr. Anti-House's flat statement that I would absolutely die - and soon - if I didn't mend my ways. It still makes my hair prickle when I recall the certainty in his voice; unlike the hemming and hawing about my leg swelling, he knew what he was about when he said that. Moving on...