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02.02.2003 - 4:23 p.m.
Sunday
Although I'm very happy JB
is home again, may I just issue the online journal equivalent
of a short irritated sigh. Emanating from the living room, again,
is the tense drumlike music that accompanies Halo, plus the occasional
death cry and rapid gunfire.
Hfff.
:::
We had a good day - drove to
Snoqualmie Pass in search of snow so I could try out the new
snowshoes I bought yesterday at REI. (Yesterday was a very Seattle-ish
shopping day for me: I bought new stankum candles from Illuminations,
some fake flowers from Pottery Barn, and then on to REI. That's
just so…Microsofty).
We found a cool trail that
led up a mountain through thick forest terrain, it was beautiful.
The best part was Dog plunging everywhere, so incredibly happy
and excited. She had us doubled over laughing at her antics when
she'd hit thick snow; she would chug through with energetic dolphin
leaps, chuffing snow from her nose.
It's so great to be able to
take her somewhere where she can run, off the leash. She likes
to tear down the trail ahead of us, then come back to check that
we're still there, and take off running again. She must have
gotten 10 times the exercise we did.
Speaking of dogs, please send
good thoughts to Victoria, whose guestbook message (2/2/03)
is truly heartbreaking and makes me so grateful for the time
I have with Dog.
:::
We found a new sushi place
on Friday. And by "found", I mean "finally decided
to try the place that we drive by literally 2 times a day every
day of our lives." There's a shopping center a few blocks
from our house that has a random assortment of crappy little
shops - a liquor store, a dead K-mart, a check cashing place
- that houses a sushi restaurant named Tuna House. I mean, it
might as well be called Sushi Shack or Wasabi Hut, you know?
So I've been reticent to try
it out, until it was written up in the Seattle Times recently
and hailed as one of the many great sushi joints in town. And
Friday night found us sitting at the bar, gobbling raw fish like
we were grizzly bears or something. Spicy tuna roll, scallop
nigiri, house roll, bottle of sake, salmon nigiri, yellowtail
roll, more sake please, etc.
At least if you completely
pig out on sushi you don't really feel bad about yourself, unlike,
say, pizza.
On a related subject, I'm determined
to lose some weight. I've been slowly gaining ever since summertime,
when I stopped going on my walks during the work day. I haven't
seen the inside of a gym more than a few times in months and
months. I stopped going to hot yoga after only a few times. And
in the meantime, I keep eating the wonderful but not exactly
low cal meals Workplace dishes up twice a day.
When JB was in Japan he told
me about these little statues that are shaped like a face with
white eyes. You're supposed to color in one of the eyes when
you embark upon a project, and keep the statue where you can
see it often. When the project is completed, you fill in the
other eye.
(Uh, if you know what I'm talking
about and I have it all wrong because JB was grievously misinformed,
please don't tell me.)
He brought back two of them,
one for him and one for me. Last night I took it from its box
- it's a few inches tall and sort of weeble-wobble shaped - and
looked carefully at it. And I took out a permanent marker and
marked in a (vaguely anime) eye.
Here is my goal: to exercise
a minimum of three times a week, and curb my eating habits, until
I weigh 125 lb.
I'm not what you would call
fat, exactly. I don't think. Well, maybe. Maybe "plump"
is what I am. I just know I'm out of shape, I have little muscle
tone anymore, my clothes don't fit, and I don't like what I see
in the mirror.
When I last weighed 125, I
was taking kickboxing classes, I was running, and I was pretty
pleased with my appearance. I was healthier and, I think, happier.
Getting to 125 is less than
a 20 lb weight loss but more than 10 (I'm too chicken to actually
commit to my current weight, how fucking pathetic and stupid
is that). It won't be easy but it shouldn't be that damn hard.
Okay. So I told you guys. That
means I have to achieve this goal, or the little statue-head-weeble
thing will haunt me, and I'll have to admit in this journal that
I blew it.
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I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
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