I don’t like it one bit.

I was thinking that if I grew a goatee or a full beard it would disguise this layer of fat.

It occurs to me that I should be happy that I can’t grow facial hair, but all the same, if I were a man I would stop shaving today. Instead I will let someone else finish the pan of brownies.

Or maybe I’ll just buy a nice scarf.

Yesterday I told my neighbor I would be convinced I had seasonal affective disorder if I were sad at all.

I’m not sad.

I’m just tired. Tired and lethargic. Getting out of bed is exceptionally difficult each morning, but once I am up I am fine.

I guess I am having trouble with motivation.

I quit my job a couple of weeks ago. Then I went on vacation. When I got back I was just tired.

Or something.

So it is especially strange that after three weeks of feeling “tired”, and waking up with a throat that was so sore I could barely speak, I was suddenly motivated.

I am ready to go again.

I am back.

It is ASTOUNDING how much housework I can get done when I have a writing deadline.

Diet and exercise.

I am mad at myself for gaining back all of the weight I lost last year, and then gained back, and then lost most of, and then gained back again. I am mad at myself for not being able to exercise any form of (what Devra refers to as) pie hole control. 

I’m not fishing for compliments. In fact I don’t want any. All I ask of you is the name and phone number of a doctor in the D.C. Metro Area who will prescribe me some Fen-Phen, or some other miracle drug.

Thank you for your assistance.

2) The H.O.V. lane.