Tuesday, Jul 7 2009
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I have shingles. I just found out today. I noticed a painful rash on my stomach last week. And of course, just assumed it was bug bites. I would have gone in over the weekend had anything in my area been open to go to. But I got in this morning, and low and behold, shingles. I also have petechia Ė tiny (pin point size) hemorages under my skin. I looked up both of these for causes, and the only common denominator is high levels of stress. Aside from work, I donít feel stressed much at all. That said, perhaps the work situation is/was weighing on me in uncharacteristic ways. I start medication for the shingles today, and they drew blood to make sure the petechia isnít something serious.
It is amazing to me that I can learn something about losing weight after what feels like all these years of being on my way up or down the scale. Apparently, measuring is important to accurately determining your caloric intake (the sarcasm directed at myself). Iíve been very methodical about measuring everything that isnít prepackaged, and realized how much Iíve been underestimating my intake. Example Ė what I was logging as a tablespoon of coffee creamer was probably more like 2.5. What I was logging as 1/3 cup of edamame beans was probably more like a cup. And since I only lose weight when at or near 1200/day, just those two errors in calculation can make the difference between losing weight and not losing weight for me. As a result of measuring, Iíve lost 1.5 pounds each of the last two weeks. Why is this important? Because Iíd gained 5 pounds over the last few months. And 5 pounds on my frame makes the difference between clothes fitting and not fitting. I still take Saturday as a day to each whatever I want, and its working out well.
I had a great weekend. Just wonderful. I tried explain to Steve how I feel about being in our new house and neighborhood, and what I came up with that I feel like I am living something quintessentially American. The lake-neighborsí barbeque where every person on the lake plus visiting relatives are invited Ė the 4th of July pontoon parade down the middle of the lake Ė the two neighbors that came out (unasked) to help us figure out how to restart our boat when it stalled - the sense of people easy to talk to, able to call on in a pinch, but with not necessarily the same types of lives as Steve and I Ė watching Willís little boy head gallop down the hill to the dock. The house itself is so very much like home to us, and I feel so good about our lives right now. Maybe what I mean is that I feel a sense of community that Iíve never felt in a city neighborhood. But I still donít have to give up most of the city things that I value/appreciate Ė good shopping, cultural events, good schools. I think maybe part of me is waiting for a shoe to drop? Like I donít quite trust the good fortune?
My oldest cat, Fatty, has been pooping outside the litter box on and off since we moved to the new house. Its very frustrating. Heís been to the vet, who canít find anything wrong. Heís not acting sick. Weíve made a concerted effort to keep his litter pan cleaner than usual, etc, etc. I canít find anything on line that seems to explain this. I never would have thought that Iíd consider anything drastic with a pet with this type of problem, but we have to think of our kids Ė canít have poop lying around on practically a daily basis. Not sure what to do. And I feel so guilty that Steve ends up cleaning up the mess, all the time, since he finds it. Poor kitty, too, but he doesnít seem unhappy or unwell, so Iím more frustrated that sympathetic to him.
S and I had our first real financial crisis of our marriage yesterday. We figured out how to handle the crisis and both came away feeling much better, but it was a new experience for us. I know finances are very commonly a strain on marriages, and weíve certainly disagreed before this point, but had never really faced a crisis-mode situation that was about reality vs about personal financial habits/styles. Iím glad we rose to the occasion. Weíll need a little belt tightening, but that is okay. We do remember out loud to each other fairly often than we are blessed, and if this is the biggest financial challenge weíve faced in our 8 years of knowing each other, weíre pretty lucky.