Let the Whining Commence

I know I'm gonna sound like a broken record (look it up, young'uns), but I seriously don't know why I haven't been blogging.  It's not like I can't think of plenty of inane things to jabber on about.  I guess I just don't have the motivation to sit and put them into coherent sentences.

I've been under a good bit of stress, lately.  Work has been a nightmare... dealing with meetings, new policy changes (which affect preparation for said meetings), a huge conference in DC coming up in a month, adjusting to another new boss, etc.  I leave work a lot more drained than I used to.

I really need a massage.  I tend to "store" my stress in my neck and shoulders, and lately I've had a lot of shoulder pain.  I'm like a walking bundle of knots.

Emotionally, I could be better.  I know I've written before about my chronic weight battle, and how last year I'd hit the lowest weight I've been since high school.  I dropped a total of 75 pounds from my highest weight, which would've been in early '05.  Well, since I started on Prozac, I've put back on 20 of those pounds.  A not uncommon occurrence, I understand.  And because I track what I eat, I can easily look at my notes and see that I'm eating more than I was pre-Prozac.  But I guess I've just been hungrier.  Okay, no guessing, I know I have been.  Not sure how to explain that.

I know I need to exercise.  Wish I just didn't hate it so much.  I'm going to start doing yoga again.  Lorelei and I made a half-hearted effort at this, several years ago, but it didn't work out well.  I just got a highly rated set of DVDs of yoga for beginners, but I guess I wasn't thinking too clearly when I bought them.  This is one of those times when not having a TV is problematic.  Sure, I can use the DLP projector for them, but the problem is then I have to wait until it's dark outside... or invest in blackout curtains.  Closing the blinds and putting things up over the windows just doesn't darken the room enough.  Still... nothing wrong with doing yoga in the evenings, I guess.

Okay, maybe this is why I don't blog.  It's a bummer.

So... let's switch to positive things...

Going to see The Kimberly Trip tonight.  Last Friday, Kimberlina and I finally had our sushi dinner from the contest I won.  It was a lot of fun.  She's very sweet.  The other day, I sent a text message to her husband, Jeffry, letting him know that Cheap Trick was going to be doing a show in May at the Dixon Mayfair.  He suggested we all go together.  So if I can swing the funds, I'll do it.  I've never seen them live, and Jeffry says they put on a hell of a show.

The new book is progressing very slowly, which is a drag, but on the positive side, I'm very pleased with the quality of the chapters.  I was a little surprised, and slightly amused, when I realized that I'm writing yet another coming-of-age story.  I'd thought I wasn't, since the protagonist of this book is, for a change, not a teenager.  But not everyone who's physically grown up is emotionally mature, and that's a large part of what this tale is about. 

I've been spending a lot of time on Facebook (and hardly any on MySpace).  I've reconnected with so many old friends, it's almost scary.  I have to be honest... I'd considered social networking sites to be largely a fad and rather pointless, but I've changed my tune on that. 

Okay.  I've complained enough for one day.  I think I'll go do some laundry.