Foolio (Double)

Okay, how many times do I need to do this to learn? I think that is my life's theme: failure to learn from multiple lessons. Weight. Tennis. Work. Guys. Sunblock. (Sigh.) Okay, so I like to think of myself as vigilant about sunblock. Well, guess what. It doesn't work unless you apply it correctly. Sigh. X marks the spot. I am currently loving the word "nitwit." Does anyone know if that is with a k? Knitwit? Well, I am in good enough spirits today to withstand my own silly insult - with or without a k. He hee. Lotion please?

Well, here is a little glitch: my weight went up today. The beauty of this little discovery is that I did not freak out or fall into a day-altering slump. I rolled with it. I know I am on the right track and there will be ups as well as there are downs (hopefully in 10 to 90 ratio... but still). I can feel myself slowly accepting the process... and accepting that this THING is a process. It's funny sometimes. I think, "oh, doing well. I am sure it's a huge difference." And, I suppose it is a decent difference, but there is still a long way to go. A year of intense focus on my health is 1) totally contrary to my obsession with instant gratification and 2) totally contrary to my need to ignore myself. Ah. Here is what I am thinking. 40 down. This basically means that I have to do what I have just done two more times (and a little). Divide and conquer. See, I am figuring this out...

Weight today: (grr.) 266. An hour of tennis today and tomorrow, stubborn little pound, TAKE THAT! You can't stay here. And neither can your pound posse.