Ok, so it's not officially New Year's. Although I would like to point out that April did used to be the beginning of the New Year....It is a new year for me, as I am now 30 (!), and have a few things that I'd like to change at this point in my life.
(A) I'm fat. I can't even pawn it all off on being big-boned. And I think I'm finally tired of it. I have posted my goals and plan on A Jiggle of Fat Chicks Lose Weight and have set my goal at 160. Frankly, I'll be thrilled to get below 200 - it would be the first time since December, 2000. And to be able to buy cute clothes again? Heaven!
(B) I need to get my financial situation back on track. My debt is growing, and although I have taken positive first steps to get it under control, I've yet to follow up on that. And I'm finding that not having a safety net is a real problem - this paycheck alone I've had to find money for glasses, and to cremate Annie - and then I had to get Crunchy fixed, and owe a butt load in taxes (thanks, parents, for picking up those tabs). I lack discipline, and I need to figure out how to *make* myself by responsible.
That should be a good start...
Monday, April 18, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Blasts from the Past
I have learned that every man lives not through care of himself, but by
love ~ Leo Tolstoy
Sunday night, I was at home alone feeling sorry for myself. I'd had a fantastic date on Friday night with a guy that I had been unwilling 37 times a day for a week (literally), but hadn't heard from him since, and had gotten a weird vibe from at the end of the date (the, I don't think I'm going to see you again vibe).
The Sara/hs and I had a craft day all day, and I was obsessing over not only this but my love life in general. And I had pretty much decided that I was gonna call it quits, turn 30 and become a lonely old cat woman. They left, and I was just hanging out, talking to Winona Boy on line, and hoping against hope that Friday Night Boy would get online, too.
And then my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the St. Paul number, and picked up to hear, "Hi, Diana? This is John. We dated last summer?"
(For those of you just joining the program, some background: John and I had met on Match, and gone out for a few weeks. We'd had a wonderful time, great connection - both mental and physical - and everything seemed to be going great. Introduced him to the friends, and they loved him. Then, one day, he called, said he'd met someone else....I was devastated).
To summarize, he said that he'd been dating someone at the same time he was seeing me, and he had to make a decision between the two of us, and in his words, he made the wrong decision. :) He said he'd been a bit weirded out by the fact that I was still married (and who can blame him?).
He asked if we could start over again.
I said yes.
(Please, oh, please, yes!)
We met at Dunn Bros. for coffee that night - he greeted me with a kiss, and it was like we'd never spent these months apart. Took a walk, sat outside for a while (yes, it was 70 degrees on April 3...).
He said that he'd always wondered what would have happened if we hadn't broken up.
I said we should find out.
We went to my place, and snuggled for a while. He kissed me and told me that he dreamed of having the opportunity again....
I've never been so happy. Please, please, please may this work...
love ~ Leo Tolstoy
Sunday night, I was at home alone feeling sorry for myself. I'd had a fantastic date on Friday night with a guy that I had been unwilling 37 times a day for a week (literally), but hadn't heard from him since, and had gotten a weird vibe from at the end of the date (the, I don't think I'm going to see you again vibe).
The Sara/hs and I had a craft day all day, and I was obsessing over not only this but my love life in general. And I had pretty much decided that I was gonna call it quits, turn 30 and become a lonely old cat woman. They left, and I was just hanging out, talking to Winona Boy on line, and hoping against hope that Friday Night Boy would get online, too.
And then my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the St. Paul number, and picked up to hear, "Hi, Diana? This is John. We dated last summer?"
(For those of you just joining the program, some background: John and I had met on Match, and gone out for a few weeks. We'd had a wonderful time, great connection - both mental and physical - and everything seemed to be going great. Introduced him to the friends, and they loved him. Then, one day, he called, said he'd met someone else....I was devastated).
To summarize, he said that he'd been dating someone at the same time he was seeing me, and he had to make a decision between the two of us, and in his words, he made the wrong decision. :) He said he'd been a bit weirded out by the fact that I was still married (and who can blame him?).
He asked if we could start over again.
I said yes.
(Please, oh, please, yes!)
We met at Dunn Bros. for coffee that night - he greeted me with a kiss, and it was like we'd never spent these months apart. Took a walk, sat outside for a while (yes, it was 70 degrees on April 3...).
He said that he'd always wondered what would have happened if we hadn't broken up.
I said we should find out.
We went to my place, and snuggled for a while. He kissed me and told me that he dreamed of having the opportunity again....
I've never been so happy. Please, please, please may this work...
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