The one where the blogger goes nutty

Ya know, I wish that I had the nuggets to start an anonymous blog about my crazy co-worker, but somehow I think she would find out. When I do post about how crazy she really is, I make sure I do it from home or the library so I can't be accused of using school time to defame her or anything. I don't mind updating the blog about food during my lunch because that is my time.

Anyway, she pulled some nonsense on my that is part of her old MO that she was told to stop. You have to remember that this woman hates me. So, last year, she would tell me that she had a meeting with our supervisor and that the supervisor made a remark about me that was slightly negative, or that something she did that was majorly bad was "no big deal". When speaking to my supervisor about it, after I was commanded to go in and speak to the supervisor, I discovered that it was all a series of lies to make me unsettled. A tactic, a plan to get the upper hand. Tuesday her TA, J__, covered her classes, Wednesday, I covered her second period class and the kids were really good. In fact, I dare say, better for me than they are for her. She came back to work today and apologized to me for the class' bad behavior. I told her that they were fine. She looked at me and cocked her head and said, "Well, J__ sent me an email telling me how horrible they were for you". J__ never sent that email. She did send an email about how bad the other classes she covered were bad, not the one I covered, because they were good. So, I went and spoke to my supervisor, who had told me to come to her if any of those things ever started again. I also talked about how she stirs the pot when there is a disagreement in our department, how she hasn't done her fair share of the testing, how she blurts out her accomplishments and that she's in a doctoral program despite the fact that we may be talking about a completely different topic. I think she's beginning to lose it due to the stress of taking on so many classes.

I'm feeling less stressed now that I have in a little while, despite not being home since 7am, and that I've been on the go non-stop since. I'm so glad I talked to her. And for once, I don't feel like a rat.

Title? Do I really need a title?

I can't think of a good title as of yet this morning, and I'm not going to try to give it one. I don't think it's a law, so I'm not going to feel bad about it, so there!

This is going to be brief, as I plan to blog again later about quilting so I can include pictures and the like.

I'm just here to report that things are going well food-wise despite increasing work stress concerning the crazy one is back to her deceitful undermining commentary. Plus, she's got the flu and came to work to infect all of us. Isn't that nice? I'm seriously considering talking to our supervisor to make her aware that looney bin is up to her old tricks. I think she'd be interested in knowing. I wish I could make a blog just on her antics....like a coworker from hell blog, but I'm afraid she'll find it...

Other than that, things are going a-okay. Food is good. Health is not bad (a second round of antibiotics is making that go well) Who can complain?

So Far, So good

So far this week is going well WW wise, so I am very pleased with myself. Plus, Marta taught me a new trick:

(I removed it because I made it too big. Crap.)

I'm very impressed with myself at the moment....I've got 33 of 35 flexies left! I'm hoping that I keep this chipper attitude.

As for other news:

• The crazy coworker is out sick. She emailed her plans, and I emailed her back with a yes or no question. I got back a 2 paragraph email that didn't answer my question, but was really defensive. I asked if she were going to be using a certain poem with her English class...I was trying to be helpful, not mean. Paranoia abounds!
• I started a new quilt. It's a pattern called "Flying Geese". It's an easy way to use up all my scraps, and still have a very pattern oriented quilt. I have found out, however, that most of my scraps are purple and blue. Oops. Not much diversity in my scrap basket!

I'll be back later, I'm sure....

Booooooooooo!

I'm back in the Weight Watchers world. I went to meeting today and I weighed in at 170.0. Considering this past week was Thanksgiving, how sick I was, and the fact that I was in denial until yesterday that I was depressed about my grandmother not being around for Thanksgiving for the first time in my life, I think only gaining .6 was not too bad.

I am, however, ready to kick arse and take names. I've got fish defrosting for dinner. I've still got those brussels sprouts waiting to be roasted. I am ready to go! I'm going to try to make a dinner/lunch plan for the week. I've got to set a goal instead of flopping around like a fish out of water. Grrr. I've got my game face on.

Other news:

• I'm stuck on the making socks thing. I think I'm afraid to learn how to turn a heel or something. I should work on it some more and force myself to do it.
• I want to start another quilt. I'd like to make a log cabin quilt, but considering how long it took me to make the last one, plus the fact that I've got tons and tons of scraps that would make a beautiful quilt without spending a dime, perhaps I'll do a scrap quilt first and ask for JoAnn Fabrics gift cards for Christmas.
• The worms are doing fine. They are no longer trying to sneak out of their box. They seem to be happy and producing a lot of "soil". My tomatoes will be happy this summer.
• My mother bought tiny little turtles yesterday in China Town. They are adorable. It makes me want to get myself some turtles, or maybe some garter snakes. I miss have reptiles/amphibians.
• I'm jealous of Marta's hats.

A whole lot of nothin'

It's 11am and I'm still in my pajamas. I'm feeling grodie to the max, so I ate some toast (not core) and I'm going to take a nap soon. I do, however, have a hankerin' to post some pictures.

This is the quilt I finished recently. Reuben has decided that he loves it the most. If you're curious, he's wearing a Notre Dame sweat shirt, cuz he's a fan.

And if you look closely, you will see that yes, our sheets do have sock monkeys on them.

I'm not sure why, but I needed to revisit the evil sock monkey that resides in our apartment. Reuben loves him the most out of any of us.

I actually had a couple more picture on here, but Blogger decided to eat them. Boooooooo.

The quick, steep slide downward

I've had a slip, folks. It's all because I'm sick. It started Tuesday night when I felt so crappy that I ransacked my pantry for something easy to make. I wound up making a Knorr pasta pouch thing. I'm not even sure what flavor it was, although I think it was ham and onion, because it was from Hungary. Did I figure out how to cook it? Yes. Do I know how many points? No, it was in Hungarian, for cripes sake! (lol) Yesterday I was not inspired enough to make a bowl of cereal for breakfast, it just seemed to hard. So I got another muffin at Starbucks. Then for lunch I had the dreaded McDonald's. Last night for dinner I had diet soda and Hershey's nuggets. I know what you're thinking..."but Alanna, I thought you didn't like milk chocolate". That is true, but I love toffee and almond.

On the health side of this, my food choices got worse because I was feeling worse and worse. Eventually it got to the point where everytime I blew my nose, it felt like someone was suctioning the inside my my head with a Dyson vacuum. Plus, the coughing was making me insane. Or, at the very least, cranky. I did get to the doctor, and I was expecting my usual Bronchitis Z-pack. Nope, I got a Leva-pak, which is a stronger anti-biotic, and the good Doc must think that what I've got is pretty bad because she gave me Tussionex, which is a narcotic cough medicine. Yipes! That stuff makes your brain feel mushy, but in the best way possible. Both have side effects of: dizziness, fatigue and loss of appetite. I'm supposed to drink as much water as I can possibly can. Fun!

I know that once I start feeling better, that it'll be fairly easy to get back on track. I've got brussels spouts in the fridge, and all I'll have to do tomorrow is roast them and then I'm golden.

Okay, I'm done with my pity party. I'm going to take a hot shower with a Sudacare tablet, and then I'm going to lay around and do a whole lotta nothing until it's time to go somewhere and eat!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Can I join Brussels Sprouts Anonymous?

If there really were a BSA group, I would join. I love Brussels sprouts. I just ate leftovers from last night and I'm in sprout heaven. Yummers.

I wanted to post yesterday, but the internet was down at work and by the time I got home from all my jobs yesterday, I was beat. All I wanted to do ws make dinner, get in bed, and watch some tube. Which is exactly what I did. It was especially fine because I put the quilt I finished on our bed the other night. I will post pictures of Reuben enjoying the quilt later on when I get home.

Speaking of jobs, I might be adding a new one to the list: adjunct professor. There is a good chance that I'll be teaching a graduate course entitled: Adolescent Literature and Secondary Teaching Methods. I'm psyched, it's totally up my alley. After all, I am a Literacy Specialist (fancy term for reading teacher) who is also certified in secondary English. I'm psyched. I hope it works out because it should be awesome.

Now to the nitty gritty. I didn't allow myself enough time for breakfast this morning, so I bought a muffin at Starbucks. A pumpkin cream cheese muffin. I'm not sure how many points it's going to turn out to be...more than 10, certainly. I did pull out 75% of the cream cheese filling and threw it away, so whatever the official points are, I'm sure I can trim it down by a point or 2. I've got to remind myself that I have tons and tons of flexies left for the week. It's just a matter of balance.

Pancake Sunday

I have a few different topics to share with ya'll today:

1. I have started a tradition around my apartment that I hope carries through to when Chris and I have children. It's Pancake Sunday. After weighing in at WW, I come home to find Chris and Reuben still in bed. Well, to be honest, Reuben meets me at the door and then runs in and gets back in bed with Chris, but I digress. I make multigrain pancakes from a Trader Joe's mix and today I experimented with it a little bit. I added a tablespoon of Fibersure the batter so it would have an extra 15 grams of fiber...about 4 extra per serving. Chris said the pancakes were great, and really, you couldn't taste the difference. Provide that there are no disasterous after effects, I'm going to continue doing that in the future.
2. I'm still fighting the same nasty cold. I'm feeling better, but I'm still congested and I'm having to clear my throat a bit. I'm taking Sudafed Deep Sinus to get my head to clear by making it run, and I'm drinking lots of hot tea, including Breathing Thyme tea, which smells like I'm drinking poultry seasoning, but it is helping some. Plus I'm drinking tons and tons of water because I've got an unquenchable thirst and it's making me nuts.
3. I gained 2.4 this week at weigh in, and unfortunately I'm not the only one. I'm blaming this on not this past week, but the week before where everything went awry. Plus, I'm drinking tons and tons of water, but I'm not running to the bathroom often, so I think that my cold meds are making me retain water. I'm just going to stick to my guns and assume that by next Sunday, this will all be behind me and I will have at least lost the 2.4. I'm hoping to lose a little more than that, but with Thanksgiving on Thursday and two dinners for Chris and me on that very day, I don't know if I can do more than that. Only time will tell.

All in all, life is good. It's Pancake Sunday, fer cryin' out loud!

At work and bored

I'm at job #2 and it's pouring out, so there is no one here at the the children's room of the library except for me and the librarian. It's been this way for hours. We've used up all our topics of conversation, so now she's reading and I am blogging.

I wanted to write about my obsessive compulsive tracking. Not only do I do it using the planner on the etools beta thingy, but I also keep one of those 12 week journals. On the bottom of each of the pages, I put the minimum number of WFPs I should have remaining at the end of that day. Am I sick or what? Oh, and God forbid that my online tracker and my paper tracker don't line up points wise, then I panic. It's really sad.

I just left a comment on the Living to Feel Good about the HBO special "Thin". It followed the loves of 4 anorexic women while they were in the Renfrew treatment center. It was incredibly sad. I'm wondering if any of you saw that documentary....

Second Meeting

I really like going to a second meeting. It's helping me to keep my focus, and it's interesting to have a second leader's point of view, plus a whole different crowd of people with different experiences. I really enjoy it and I can't believe how it helps me keep my head together when it comes to making the right choices.

Last night my leader said 2 things that really hit home for me:

1. "What you eat in private, you wear in public"- this struck a cord with me. How often have I filched a cookie and didn't track it thinking that it wouldn't make a difference? Plenty of times. Those calories do add up, and frankly, I'm tired of "wearing" them.
2. "You should prepare and prevent rather than repair and repent"- This is my new mantra. I'm trying to get into the habit of preparation. This includes mental rehearsal, and extreme preparation (like making polenta chips to go to SOB's with).

I took a peek at the scale this morning, and things seem to be traveling in the right directions, I'm happy. That combined with the good meeting last night, I'm feeling rather motivated.

A myriad of things

I intended to write a nice, long, hopefully funny post yesterday concerning the dangers of binging on roasted brussels sprouts. I was going to do it at lunch, put I let a student use my computer instead. I was going to do it during a prep, but I did actual work instead. Then the sneezing hit.

I sneezed for almost 40 minutes straight. Not little dainty sneezes, but big deadly man sneezes. It got to the point where my nose and throat hurt from the sneezing. Then it passed. At that point, I decided that once I got home for the evening I would try to write a funny post about sneeze addiction.

The school day went on, and once I got home I helped my mother bring my grandmother's cat to her new home. ON the way back home at about 6:30 pm, the sneezing started up again. Not as intense, but certainly painful. Damn. I had no energy to do anything but make core chili and polenta. I considered teaching Reuben how to cook, but his lack of thumbs made that difficult. Oh, and he doesn't speak that much English.

This morning I have a Rudolph-red nose, congested head and throat so raw that it hurts to drink anything, especially coffee. It's not a sore throat but feels more like it's chaffed from all the sneezing. Crap.

On a happier note, I'm still following the core plan and doing well. I am addicted to roasted brussels sprouts, which is fine because I can't think of one person in history who ever got fat from eating too many spouts...unless they were au gratan. I'm still going nuts with the polenta, but again, it's made from corn meal and water, which I make baked chips out of. I don't think that's a big issue either.

Today is Wednesday so it's second meeting day, provided I survive the day. I've already had 3 people tell me I should have stayed home. So far, this does not reach my criteria for staying home. No fever, no phlegm, no at home pass. I've brought lysol and purell with me today for the students to use so they don't get what I have. We'll see how it goes. I am going to avoid the school nurse for the remainder of the day.

Back at work

I'm back at work and I have to admit that it's going pretty well. I'm getting re-organized, and slowly getting into the grind. The case of Diet Coke I stashed in my desk is helping tremendously.

I got a sugar free vanilla latte this morning on my way to work, which is core. My soup that I just ate is core. I think I might make almost core mac and cheese tonight. I'm all about being "good" this week. I didn't gain last week and I don't want last week's indiscretions to catch up with me, so I've got to be very careful.

Forgive me, Blogger, for I have sinned

It's been I don't know how long since my last confession. Church-wise, it was 5/04, blogger wise, um, probably the entry titled "negative 46". Back to the confession...I was on my way to work at job #2, and somehow I found myself at McDonald's on the other side of town. I still got to work on time, but with a Quarter Pounder with cheese meal. I ate it, it's over. This happens to me once in a while...about once in 3 months I'll crave McDonald. Now I've got a lead ball in the middle of my stomach...my only hope is to drink so much diet coke that the acid eats through the lead.

On the upside, I maintained 167 at my weigh-in this morning. I also made 0 point soup (which is also core) in my crock pot and used up a few half-used bags of frozen veggies in the process. So not only do I have soup to help me along this week, I cleaned out my freezer a little bit.

I've decided that I've got to plan better if I'm going to make it through the holidays unscathed. I'd like to wake up on January 1st and weigh under 160. 159.8 would be just fine by me. I'd have to lose about a pound week from now until then, plus one week of 1.2. That is totally do-able, if I can plan through the holidays. I think that's a decent plan, no?

Shiny, Shiny Subaru

I am now the proud owner of an '07 subaru Forester. It is red, similar to the one to the left of this page. I am very excited to not have to look at my temperature gage every 5 seconds for fear that the next air pocket in my radiator is going to overheat my car and totally destroy it. I am a happy lady. Even better, Chris did not have to cosign for it. I always worry when applying for a loan on my own, but there is no reason to be...I've got good credit, I'm just an anxious person.

Also, here is a picture of Reuben showing what he likes to do while I'm on the computer. He'll make noises until I put a blanket on him, then he sighs a few times and goes to sleep. He's such an odd dog.


I'd also like to report that some of my worms are trying to escape. I'm not quite sure why, so I put some crushed Tums in there with them to reduce the acidity level, and I put in some old broccoli. Apparently acidity and lack of food are two of the reason that worms will try to leave. Since I've added those items, less seem to want to emigrate, but we'll see.....

Negative 46?

I did not follow my eating plan. I have been accountable, however, and I have written down everything that has gone into my big gob. I am at -46 Flex points. Yes, I used my allotted 35 and then ate 46 more. I have no regrets. Am I back on track? Yes, I'm having a core-ific day. I'm going to work on having a core-ific day again tomorrow. It has got to be the stress of the past few days...plus all the eating out my family has done in on Tuesday and Wednesday. 23 of those points were alcohol. Not all at once, mind you, but still.

I'm also buying a new car. I'm trading in my Subaru for a newer Subaru. So I'm going to be totally broke...but I'll have a shiny new car. It'll actually be a really good thing. My car is slowly, but surely, deteriorating. Even if Subaru gives me half the money they quoted me for my old one, I'm still on it like stink on a skunk. I don't want to be stuck this winter if my car decided to go bonkers for no reason, so '07 Forester, here I come.

I'm also proud to announce that I am almost completely done with my quilt. I just have about an hour left of sewing and then I get to remove the basting. My next project is teaching myself to knit socks. I'll keep ya'll updated on that...it might be great, or it might be nuts. Only time will tell.

Retail Therapy

I decided that I needed some retail therapy today, so my mom and I went to Target to see what damage we could do. I had to buy tights and spray bleach anyway, so it had a good reason behind it. I'm pretty happy with what I bought for myself. Aside from the Target version of Purell (it's cold and flu season at school so I'm just getting prepared for that) I bough myself a Halloween T-shirt for 50 cents. It's black with white bones that form a heart in the center of the shirt. Yeah, I'm going to wear it all the time. I like it that much. I also got Mickey Mouse post-its for a dollar so I can give them to a co-worker who is very sensitive about a Disney shirt that he has. Another reading teacher, Cathy, and I like to torture him a little...so he'll be getting them inter-office mail when I get back to work.

Food is going well, I'm saving some FPs for the lunch we are having tomorrow after the funeral. I don't think food is going to be an issue because the quality of restaurant my aunt picked is awful. I'm a stress eater, but I need comfort foods, not deli meats. I know my bitching about the lunch tomorrow might sound cold, but my grandmother ate well. She bought and cooked herself asparagus and lamb chops. Having her remembrance lunch at a deli kind of place just feels weird. I'm digressing, so back to my stress eating plan....I plan to bring some WW bread in my purse, just in case. It's a totally weird thing to do, but I need options.

Now that I'm processing all this food/stress eating/freaking out stuff, I'm realizing that I should be proud of myself. I could totally use this situation to my mouth's advantage and just eat until I pop. I know I'm certainly tempted. Everyone at WW would understand. My ass, however, would not be so forgiving and it would show on the scale. I have to remember that the reasons my grandmother lived so long and so well is that she danced for most of her life and she ate well. She had a veggie or a fruit at every meal. She ate healthy snacks. She even let herself have a small dessert at night with her decaf coffee. Everything in moderation...her life is proof that it works.

Just stuff

First and foremost, I'd like to thank Marta and Jess for their nice cyber thoughts the other day. Thanks guys, you're awesome.

Secondly, I'm proud to inform you that I lost 1.6 at WI this morning. Probably would have been more if I hadn't had 2 big glasses of wine last night and I woke up totally cottonmouthed and bloated. Blech.

I'm also excited because this past Thursday, while I was at job #2, I was reading Amber's blog and I was totally into the socks she knitted herself. I love socks, and learning to knit them would be awesome. I decided that the next time I saw my grandmother I would ask her to teach me. I went home from the library to find that my grandmother had passed (booooo). I now own all of my grandmother's knitting and crochet needles, some of which were her mother's. This hand me down set has circular needles and guess who borrowed a book on knitting socks. Me. I'm going to learn to knit socks as a way to 1) remember my grandmother, who learned to knit at the age of 5 and knitted every day until her last and 2) a way to keep my grandmother's materials in use and appreciated.


I've also decided that I miss triathlon training. I'm going to start again this week. First of all, I'm going to need something to help reduce the stress of this upcoming week. Plus, if I want to live as well as my grandmother for as long as my grandmother, I'm going to have to take better care of myself. She was a dancer. I always laughed when she would tell me stories about how she danced for the troops during WW2, or how she danced on the radio. When she taught dance out of her home and my father had to be in her class so another boy in the neighborhood wouldn't be the only boy. How my aunt and 2 uncles put on little shows for the elderly in their old neighborhood and the name of their show was "Two hits and a miss". She was active all her life. She made sure she went for a walk every single day. I need to take care of myself that well. If I make time for me now, I'll have more time for me later. Right?

Thanks for letting me wear your eyeballs out with this stuff. I need the release! I'm sure I'll be back with more later on today.

Introducing, the hungry

I came home last night ot discover that my bucket of worms had arrived! I know you all think I'm nuts, and that my husband thinks I'm nuts, but how much more earth friendly can you get? Mother Nature thinks I'm a genius. With this mere bucket of worms, I can prevent about 100lbs a year of garbage from entering landfills. That number will get higher as my worms propogate and I have to move them into a larger container.


Today, they will be eating egg shells, banana peel and tea bags. Nice!

If I get any more granola, I'm going to have to live on a commune, change my name to "Moonbeam", and start wearing buffalo sandals....sheesh!

The good, the bad, and the hungry

Things around here are all nuts. I'm going to be blunt...my wonderful 93 year old grandmother died and we are all in shocked. It doesn't seem real to me in any sort of way. I know I wasn't the only one who thought she would make it to 100 easily. She lived in an apartment, cooked all her own meals, knitted hats for the homeless, made toilet paper "hats" for all the new people who moved into her building. She arranged for the local elementary school to send in kindergarteners and first graders to entertain the elderly in her apartment complex. She was an awesome woman.

I guess the fact that she passed is the bad, the fact that she lived independently until her last moment is the good. the hungry I will make a new post, as I don't want to mix such a serious subject with a silly one....

Polenta

Is it wrong that I'm totally in love with polenta? I used to just like it, but now that I'm making it fresh (from a box) instead of using the Trader Joe's tube, I've gone buck wild. I've been using it instead of brown rice when eating Mexican dishes. I make chips out of it and eat them as a snack. In fact, tonight is the night I go to job #2 and I hurried home after job #1 so I'd have enough time to make the polenta and then bake them into chips to have with my leftover chicken picadillo. Plus, I made extra so I could take it to the workshop with me tomorrow. I've gone made with polenta passion.

I'm actually at job #2, and I'm waiting for the library to clear out a little bit so I can heat up my dinner and eat it. I'm starving! I'm trying to be patient, sit here, smile and drink my water, but man, don't these people have dinner to go home and eat? That's my stomach talking, my brain is happy because there are so many children here checking out books....

Marta, if I'm so clever, how come I screwed up the custard? I basically made salmon with noodles and very fluffy scrambled eggs. I still maintain that it is very tasty....I bet it's even better when you make it right!

Salmon Noodle Thing

I made the Salmon noodle casserole, but I screwed up the part with the milk and eggs...I thought I had done it right, but I didn't simmer the milk, I let it get too hot. So my casserole is more of a Salmon Noodle Egg Casserole. It tasted pretty good regardless, and I will try it again soon. Meanwhile, I will be eating the leftovers of this batch, which as I mentioned before, ain't bad at all. I did add one extra ingredient. I put panko bread crumbs on top. I used just enough for flavor and crunch, but little enough that it works out to be 0 points per serving. I'm feeling pretty clever.

I went to the second meeting last night. My non-crazy coworker couldn't go, as her daughter's volleyball team made the finals. I can understand that. I was going anyway. I think she just didn't want to be there alone. I personally don't care. I can be alone doing almost anything, but I digress. The leader was just as awesome as I remembered. No nonsense and witty in the same breathe. In the meeting there were 2 women with Down Syndrome and she treated them with such respect, letting them share their thoughts and ideas, but at the same time not letting them take over because they are enjoying the attention from the leader and the other member. She had us clap 3 or 4 times for the things that they shared. You could tell from their body language that those women were so happy to be there and able to share worthwhile comments. It was awesome. I think I will be continuing going to that meeting.

All in all, this week is going by fairly well. Tomorrow is going to be the hard day because I'll be driving to Massachusetts to a conference. I know I'll be getting a venti skim SF vanilla lathe at the 24 hour starfish in Danbury (it's the one off of the 1st exit in CT on the NY side, on the border of Danbury). I'm going to pack a ton of core food, but they are providing lunch and breakfast. I'll have at least 15 FPs to burn if the temptation gets to be bad...I'm just hoping it doesn't get that bad!

One last rambling thing, did any of you watch Caroline Rhea on her most recent comedy special on Bravo? It was called "Rhea's Anatomy". During the first 10 minutes she blurts out something like: Man, I'm going to give myself like 45 APs the way I'm sweating up here" ...she later goes on to talk about how she cheats on WW. I thought it was funny. I like it when celebrities admit to being on WW. Jenna McCartney did WW after she had her baby. I love that.

Okay, I think I'm done talking. I have to work at the library tonight, so I'm sure I'll be back.

Ding, Dong the witch has a migraine!

I'm at work on my prep period, but I am "ahead" on what I need to get done for today in order to feel like a productive individual, so I thought I'd check-in. I think half the reason I was so productive is that my crazy coworker went home sick with a migraine. Don't get me wrong, I hope she gets home okay and that it passes quickly...but also: Yay for me! I don't have to hear the sighing, the complaining and the bragging! Yee-haw!

My big WW plan for the day is to attend a second meeting this evening. Wednesday is a dangerous day for me. This is the day where it all comes together and I have the motivation to stick to it, or it all unravels and I heave out a big "SCREW IT!" a the top of my lungs. The second meeting worked last week, even though the meeting was practically dead, so I'm sure a more lively meeting will help me even more. Plus, I mentioned that I was a member in a casual conversation with one of our social workers, and she was looking to go to a WW meeting to rejoin. We are going together this evening. So, I'm not only supporting myself, but I'm helping a coworker get back into the meeting room. Nice!

Well, I've got students to work with...or as I like to call it, "harass", so I'll catch you all on the flip side.