I’m starting to sound like a broken record, but seriously: time is flying.
I have just a few weeks of this semester left. Coming up: one more semester of classes (that will be super light) and a dissertation proposal.
October was kind of a whirlwind.
My aunt died, so we threw the dogs in the car and made a very quick trip to Memphis. We spent more time driving there and back than actually seeing her – but I’m really glad we were able to do it. We left the day she died.
The very next day, we flew to Denver.
We had a little bit of time to sightsee around the area, but we mostly stayed downtown.
My conference had something like 2,500 attendees, plus there was a zombie crawl, plus it was marathon weekend. Pretty festive downtown the whole time we were there.
It was a good trip. My workshop went well. Jon has some customers in the area, so it worked out really well for him to work while I did conference stuff.
We did the hay ride and pumpkin patch afternoon when we got home.
This child LOVES animals. Or, really, dogs – and animals that look like dogs.
MC was scared of us, which made me feel bad – but seriously, Jon’s costume was the best yet.
MC was fine with Jon once he took his sunglasses off, but he never came near me even though he would say my name (he calls me “da” right now) and point.
He thought the tattoo was fascinating.
Super fun night.
My hypochondriasis paid off. I had a little red spot on my face near my nose that didn’t appear to be typical (for me) acne. Turned out to be something that I can’t remember the name of, but it’s a pre-squamous cell carcinoma stage. (I seriously can’t google anymore because the images make my stomach hurt). Anyway, they froze it, which created a blister. It’s gone now – just left with a red spot. I suspect it will be red for a while. My skin damages easily and takes FORRREVVVVER to heal.
I’m worried this thing didn’t go away completely because the red spot is still kinda raised, but I have a regular whole body check in January.
So – I guess that was the month. Some fun mixed with sadness and a lot of work. I guess it all balanced.
MC is even more like a little boy these days. He’s 16 months old. CRAZY!
He’s super opinionated and says a ton of words (or really communicates with us – not sure other people would understand his words).
He started daycare, so he got sick for the first time, which was super sad – but he’s mostly been his happy, energetic self.
He can throw a spectacular fit.
But he’s mostly just the best baby.
I haven’t weighed myself in ages. I honestly can’t remember the last time.
I’ve been trying to get over the feeling that I’m rapidly gaining weight and trying to just learn to be ok with where I am at any given time.
I feel like I’ve taken training wheels off and am still a little wobbly.
My brain tells me (all panic-like) that I MUST be gaining weight if I’m not strictly monitoring and paying attention.
I have a few events coming up over the next 2 months, so I’ve been shopping more than usual. Imagine my surprise when I was able to grab a ton of dresses in my normal size – the one I’ve been in for several years now – and they all perfectly fit and looked great, etc.
It’s so weird that my mind says one thing, but reality is another.
This no-weighing thing is something I’ve needed to do for a long time. I just reject this notion that I will be a 100 pounds heavier again if I don’t monitor and watch and stress.
Just don’t have time for that drama anymore. I can do this maintenance thing without it. I’m clearly doing just fine.
It’s just scary.
Time’s up. I have appt with the trainer to get to. Going to try to run after my hour with her.
Keepin’ on keepin’ on.