Well, the about-to-go-bang company I work for has moved some of us into our new offices. They’re so nice that one of my colleagues remarked that he was wondering when the other shoe was going to drop. “This is too nice for us, it’s almost scary”. I know what he means. The place has huge windows, which, after years of not knowing if it was dark or light out, or raining or not, is just plain wonderful. It also has a beautiful cafeteria, a post office, gym, hair salon, convenience store, travel agency and child care. Oh, and a bank. I’d love to join that gym, but for now, I go out in my lunchtimes, still, with my boss, and we walk briskly for 40 to 45 minutes. Our policy is strictly no work talk. Yesterday was a rainy, blustery day, so we changed into our gym things in the ladies room, and walked the buildings. There are two that are connected by an atrium. We walked all around the place, and went to the tall building and climbed the stairs to almost the top - to the tenth floor. I think the next floor up is the roof. Our goal is to walk to the tenth floor without being too winded.

I’m not liking changing in the ladies room (at least it’s private to our office suite (oh I SAY!)), and giving up my lunch time to walking, but I know I have to do it. I’m still so vain, and hate going back to my desk feeling the least bit disheveled. But I know it’s got to be done. I’ve got to keep moving. Once outside, though, I do love the brisk, cool air.

I started that knitting project. Oy vey, am I terrible! I have pulled out the first part (70 stitches, k1 p1 for 48 rows) at least 4 times. The wool is not just wool…it’s wildly expensive string and ribbon and hairy stuff imported from some ’stan country, and tangles when you pull it out. It is much more difficult for a novice like me than plain old wool. I think the ladies might have met last night, in which case I missed them.

It was a long day of many problems at work, and I arrived home and decided to take a bath, first thing. My mom hunted me down (privacy? me?) and sat on the loo telling me about how upset she felt because my youngest daughter had been incredibly rude. I couldn’t even repeat what she said, it’s that horrible. Youngest daughter can be like this, and too often, is. If this was 1950, I could probably give her a good swat, but times have changed, and although I feel like I could wring her neck, that won’t do. But what will? Talking to her about it usually results in one or both of us losing our temper and it gets ugly. I am at a loss and terribly worried. I can’t fix this one right now. What do you do? For now, I guess give it up to God. Sir? Are you listening? A little help here, please. (note to self: fix lock on bathroom door).

Food wise, I did not eat a lot yesterday, but it hit me that I consumed all starches: toast for breakfast, then at 10-ish, feeling desperately hungry, I bought a carrot muffin which is really just cake, isn’t it? I nipped down to the aforementioned cafeteria for that muffin. Warning! Danger Zone! I wasn’t hungry for my soup at lunch time, then had a banana at about 3pm. I made macaroni and cheese for dinner and dished up pretty generously for myself. I did make some peas just for me just so I could say I had some vegetable, but peas are a starchy vegetable. For someone who has been doing Weight Watchers as long as I have, those are terrible choices. I notice my apetite has come back, and I think its probably to do with PMS. I read about the cause of this surge in hunger, once, a long time ago, and it made sense. But boy, talk about your body sabotaging your efforts, or is it your sub-conscious?

Still, I think I have made it to the top of the next decade. The scale has finally moved. It hovers between 177 and 180. Still a big girl, just not as big.

And I’m still missing my Shelby.