TEN YEARS.

Updates.

1. Joined the Choose to Lose program at the YMCA. I hate the diet, hate the pain, but like that I have to be accountable for what I eat, the weight I lose (or don't lose) and what exercises I'm doing, etc. I feel like my life is all workouts and complaining about being hungry for something that's not part of the godforsaken 17 Day Diet. Change is good. Choosing not to eat certain food because of a diet foisted upon me by a sadistic trainer? Sucks arse.

2. Still am not done with the letter to my birth mother. I found a new format that is more appropriate, though, and short enough to write into one card. Which is better than the 32 page workup I wrote after starting here. Granted, the 32 pages included many pictures (which are a bitch to format once you delete something, *flips word processor the bird*). But I'm going to rewrite soon. Probably on here. Don't know when because it seems as if I'm spending all my time on a prehistoric treadmill or a antique bike on a new(er) trainer, but I digress.

3. This story I've been working on for a couple years. I need to get it done, too. I know how it's going to end. That's the first time I've ever written a story that has an ending. But is it a stupid story? Will everyone think it's predictable? Can I really flesh out the characters so that they are vibrant and likable (or hate-able?)... I dunno. But I don't want to really get into the details here.

4. The short got glasses and turned 10. Jesus have mercy on my soul. He started taking piano lessons and playing floor hockey, too. But 10? How in the hell did that happen?! I don't feel any older! TEN YEARS?!

I know this doesn't really go, but the ten years thing fits-- I feel like yelling about it like this. (And if you haven't seen Grosse Pointe Blank, you need to see it. It's a moral imperative.)

5. ...Family is doing well?

I think that's it. Still happily married. Still plugging along. Still a Mac and not a PC. Work is going fairly well. I'm getting into the groove half way into the year. And if the dog doesn't stop licking the couch, I'm going to drench it in Bitter Apple.

Boy needs help with piano homework. Must go.

TEN YEARS!

Ten years I've been keeping a blog, too. Poor you!