pantoum's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- GIANTS IN COURAGE A rabbi who participated in our concert wrote this: It was really wonderful to witness the Love and Marriage concert. I was humbled by the response, and felt that I was standing on the shoulders of giants in the courage that all of you have had to find from deep within everyday. Sincerely, Ms. Rabbi X We've had SUCH a good response to this concert—and it was such a good musical—that people have suggested that we perform it again. I plan to make this motion at our next board meeting. Musicgrrl said last night that she's tired of missing me so I HAVE to return to chorus this fall. She's such a sweetie ... and I probably will return, since I mostly skipped because I couldn't face the topic. I think we planned just a straight-up (well...) holiday concert this go 'round too, nothing elaborate. Am itching to think about some things, explore them here, but just haven't had the luxury of time. Maybe tonight, if my dinner meeting with Operagrrl and Musicgrrl and BeeBee doesn't run too late. My doctor's appointment this AM was good. I'm twenty-five pounds lighter than I was this time last year—so why isn't my stomach flat? Huh?—and all of my numbers are good. The weight loss is largely the result of losing weight I gained after a back injury that wouldn't let me exercise/lift one foot too much. It finally either healed or went numb though, so I resumed a normal workout and boy does it feel good to get some of that weight off! I also don't cook as much for just me and my meals tend to be much less elaborate, which probably accounts for some weight loss too. Anyway, my doctor and a med student observer who was there that week think my Brazilian is way sexy (hee) and wanted to know how much it hurt, how much it cost, and where I got it done. The doctor asked about my depression too and I told her it was purely situational—Lookit, I'm normally a pretty upbeat person, I said, even in the face of pretty depressing realities, but this nasty surprise break-up tore me loose from my moorings. But yeah, it's improving. She asked me what my lowest adult weight was and I said, well, I weighed twenty-five pounds less in graduate school, but that's because I never had enough money to eat and told her about how I once spent an entire January eating a bag of grits and a slice a day off of a huge Hickory Farm smoked sausage that someone gave me for Christmas. Guess I was a literalist though, because she revised her question and said, okay, given NORMAL circumstances, what's the lowest you weighed? Well, twenty pounds less is what I weighed when I practiced karate on a regular basis, so that's my goal. We decided to set six-month goals: lower my cholesterol by six points (because even though my cholesterol is in the normal range, it's never a bad idea to lower it more) and lose fourteen pounds before I return for blood work. That seems doable. I think. 2:18 p.m. - 2005-06-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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