I have been finding myself pretty tired lately. I've been going to bed at 9:30--a full hour early. Wonder what gives?

I have decided that I will NOT buy new clothes until I reach my own personal mini goal of 300 lbs. Panties, bras and socks excluded. I already look like crap (being a 300+ lb woman, and all) so what if I am a 300+ lb woman in baggy clothes for 30 days. Big deal, right? I've got 15 lbs to go to get to that goal. Hubby is okay with that, too.

Today is gym day and I love gym days. It gives me something to look forward to at work. Well, I've got a little work to do this morning so I am going to get to it. I'm going to make today another masterpiece.

<----Lookie, I got it!

<stepping up to my soapbox>

Update: Has anyone, except me, ever stopped to think about jewelry? Does anybody else laugh when those jewelry commercials come on and talk about "investing" in the right diamond? You know, our fascination with shiny rocks is the sole reason jems cost so much. Simple economic principle of supply and demand. One of my co-workers was recently engaged and she was trying to elicit some excitement out of me over her rock. My response: "wow, that looks like a down payment on a house. I bet you I could go get any ol' pebble out of my garden, shine it up some, get some gold wrapped around it, and start charging a fortune for my pebbles. They are Cindy's pebbles...oooh, very special!" That used to be a rock in the ground. Why are we so obsessed about that? When my hubby and I got close to engagement and had the ring talk, I told him that if he spent money on a rock that I wouldn't marry him. Now, I do have a wedding band and appreciate the symbolism of the wedding band; but guess what? It is just a gold band. No silver, no jems, no platinum, no titanium.

These conversations remind me of something I read in my literature class in college, but I cannot remember what the title is, or even who wrote it. But the story line was basically that horses where the more evolved species, and we humans were portrayed as dirty, stinky, hairy barn-yard creatures who hoard shiny things. Humans would even kill for shiny things. That was the humans sole reason for existing--to hoard shiny things. I really wish I could remember who wrote it. I'd probably like other essays/short stories from that author. Someday I should sit down with my old lit book and find it.

<dismounting from my soapbox>

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