Why can’t somebody give us a list of things that everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks.
— Oliver Wendell Holmes
It’s been a while. Busy, busy, blah, blah, apathy, blah, blah. Here’s what’s on my mind lately:
1. In Bermuda, the drivers never ran red lights and they always stopped at crosswalks to let pedestrians cross. It was such a nice change of pace from D.C.
2. I’ve been off my medication for two months. I’m clearly less stable without it (read: way more tears), but I prefer to be unmedicated, so I’m working on it. It sort of feels like I’m having to deal with everything that the medication let me ignore. I don’t like it, but to move on to the next stage of my life, it’s necessary.
3. I wonder if I’ll ever learn to stop comparing my insides to other people’s outsides. I read blog posts about people who seem so insanely happy with every little thing in their lives–their spouses, their jobs, their goddamn organic lifestyle–and I get scared that something’s wrong with my life because I don’t feel that way all the time. More on this in another post.
4. My Fitness Pal. I love it. For some reason, counting calories is working for me in a way that counting points doesn’t (and hasn’t for a long, long time). Maybe it’s the social aspect, sharing my daily food diary with other people, but since being accountable to myself was clearly not enough, being accountable to other people, even just in theory, seems to be helping me make better choices (No, you shut up, fettucine alfredo and cheesecake I had for dinner last night). I haven’t been perfect tracking, but if I’m 90%, that’s 90% better than the last year or more, so there you go.
5. I ordered photobooks for David’s and my parents to finally fulfill the promise we made to get them wedding albums. I ordered from My Publisher, on the recommendation of Young House Love (who I love and who have never steered me wrong before), but when they arrived, I was so, so disappointed. The cover pictures look like they were printed on an ink jet, the colors inside are comically saturated, and probably half the pictures are grainy and just not sharp. If you were a business, you’d be embarrassed to have sent out a product that looks like these do. I have already contacted customer service – they have a satisfaction guarantee – and I bet they will offer to redo them, but I’m not inclined to try. Three albums, three misses. I’ll just take my money back, thanks.
What have you been up to?