Tuesday, November 13, 2007
More about me. Or rather, less of me.
I've hit a bit of a creative dry spell. I've written dozens of fragments, but nothing that I'm happy with, certainly nothing with a 'beginning, middle and end'. It's possible that I'm raising my standards, or it's possible that the well has run dry for now.
I've been trying to write another chapter of Geraldine's story, not as an episode of the show, but how her life is changing. It's hard for me to come up with a complete story though.
I've been trying for another chapter of Karen and Michael, but it's getting repetitive, and I'm not sure where I'd like to take the story. It might be time to end it, but I really do like the premise, even if it's tougher to write now.
I've had fun writing Ellen's story, but again, now that things are set up, I can't think of anything interesting to put in there. For anyone who doesn't know, I actually posted an original 'Ellen' story at Fantasyfeeder.com. I might repost it here. Let me know what you think.
If anyone has any story they'd like to see, let me know, it might be all that I need to get something up.
So that's my excuse for not having any interesting stories to post. As for having nothing interesting about my life to post: same old same old, I find my life dull, and just not compelled to write it up.
I've been busy at work, getting everything in order for the end of the year so that when January comes we'll hit the ground running. It's been quite a change, but with any luck, changes for the better.
My pursuit of the New Char continues. I'm starting to wonder at the wisdom of having my best friend be my trainer. I love her to death, of course, but there are times I just want to kill that skinny bitch. She knows me well, so she can push me just right, which means that I'm always right along that line of 'no pain no gain'. She is getting results though, I'm already down a total of 11 pounds, which isn't too bad for a month. I'd like to say I have more energy, but I'm spending so much of it in the pool, I don't really. I guess I can feel that I'm working more now, so I guess that's evidence of more energy. The changes I feel mostly are being a lot stiffer than before.
Ian's working out on his own, since Sherry is busy helping me. He's really gotten past needing someone to help him along anyway. Going to the gym is just part of his daily routine. He's still fat: 380+, but looks like a new man all the same. He's got tonnes of energy, and our apartment is in better shape than ever. Everything is clean, everything is put away. It's so very nice. He's still busy with work, but he's been good about it. I think being in better shape has gone a long way to making it easier for him. I still miss supersized Ian, but I'm really enjoying the New Ian too.
I've been trying to write another chapter of Geraldine's story, not as an episode of the show, but how her life is changing. It's hard for me to come up with a complete story though.
I've been trying for another chapter of Karen and Michael, but it's getting repetitive, and I'm not sure where I'd like to take the story. It might be time to end it, but I really do like the premise, even if it's tougher to write now.
I've had fun writing Ellen's story, but again, now that things are set up, I can't think of anything interesting to put in there. For anyone who doesn't know, I actually posted an original 'Ellen' story at Fantasyfeeder.com. I might repost it here. Let me know what you think.
If anyone has any story they'd like to see, let me know, it might be all that I need to get something up.
So that's my excuse for not having any interesting stories to post. As for having nothing interesting about my life to post: same old same old, I find my life dull, and just not compelled to write it up.
I've been busy at work, getting everything in order for the end of the year so that when January comes we'll hit the ground running. It's been quite a change, but with any luck, changes for the better.
My pursuit of the New Char continues. I'm starting to wonder at the wisdom of having my best friend be my trainer. I love her to death, of course, but there are times I just want to kill that skinny bitch. She knows me well, so she can push me just right, which means that I'm always right along that line of 'no pain no gain'. She is getting results though, I'm already down a total of 11 pounds, which isn't too bad for a month. I'd like to say I have more energy, but I'm spending so much of it in the pool, I don't really. I guess I can feel that I'm working more now, so I guess that's evidence of more energy. The changes I feel mostly are being a lot stiffer than before.
Ian's working out on his own, since Sherry is busy helping me. He's really gotten past needing someone to help him along anyway. Going to the gym is just part of his daily routine. He's still fat: 380+, but looks like a new man all the same. He's got tonnes of energy, and our apartment is in better shape than ever. Everything is clean, everything is put away. It's so very nice. He's still busy with work, but he's been good about it. I think being in better shape has gone a long way to making it easier for him. I still miss supersized Ian, but I'm really enjoying the New Ian too.
Labels: Char, diary, Ian, weigh in
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This post reminded me of this:
Dear Diary, For my sixtieth birthday this year, my
daughter Rachel (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the
local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a
high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good
idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my
reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself
as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and
swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The
club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY : Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is
something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling
white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I
enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class
after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my
sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole
time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY : I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda
made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air - then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!!
It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY : The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams
bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning; and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair 'monster'. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other stuff too.
THURSDAY : Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny friend of hers to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank. FRIDAY : I hate Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with
it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director? SATURDAY : Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote
and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter Rachel (the little snot) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!
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Dear Diary, For my sixtieth birthday this year, my
daughter Rachel (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the
local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a
high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good
idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my
reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself
as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and
swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The
club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
MONDAY : Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is
something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling
white smile. Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I
enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class
after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my
sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole
time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY : I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda
made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air - then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!!
It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY : The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams
bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning; and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair 'monster'. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other stuff too.
THURSDAY : Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny friend of hers to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank. FRIDAY : I hate Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with
it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps!And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director? SATURDAY : Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote
and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter Rachel (the little snot) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!
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