How’s it going? Man, it’s been a little while. Things still all right with you? Still Twittering? Far out.
Anyway, here’s what I’ve been up to lately:
1. Adding things to the walls and ceiling of my apartment. B and I put up these shelves:
Since I live in an apartment that was built in the fifties, my walls are made of spit and old newspapers, which I guess is what they had available at the time. To get these shelves to stay, we put something like 30 holes in the wall, a few of them MASSIVE and unnecessary, most of them with hefty amounts of wood glue applied to them. I think we did a decent job of making them look nice, but they do not look nice if you get too close. Don’t get too close!
I put my bike up on the ceiling like this:
It does not look good, and I know it. Several of my friends expressed concern that they’d come over, have a couple of drinks, and then end up with their hair tangled in the handlebars of a bicycle. It’s a valid concern. Maybe I should all make them sign waivers when they come over. Or maybe I should just think of something else.
2. Taking a photo every day. This has been interesting, in the sense that I didn’t really think I had good things to take pictures of every day. But I’ve improvised quite a bit, and despite a few lifeless outings I think the first month has gone pretty well.
What has not gone well is this. But I don’t really want to talk about that.
3. Trying out Weight Watchers.
I’ve been hesitant to talk about this because I know I’m within the healthy weight range for my height. I know I look fine. But I’m doing it anyway because of the following things:
a. I don’t feel quite comfortable in my body right now.
b. I’ve gained 30 pounds in the past seven years. I know that part of that is because I’m getting older and my metabolism is slowing down, but
c. The other part of it is that I don’t pay attention to what I eat. I cook for myself more often than most, I eat more vegetables than most, and I don’t drink sodas very often, but I have a definite portion-control problem. When I buy a frozen Amy’s pizza or a box of macaroni and cheese, I eat the whole thing. When I go out to dinner with B I’ll usually eat everything on my plate and a few things from his, and I’ve still got room for dessert.
d. I have a closet full of beloved vintage and handmade clothing that fit me last year or the year before, but does not fit me now. This is monumentally depressing. I can’t re-make the handmade stuff, nor can I replace the vintage stuff easily.
If a-c weren’t factors I’d just let d go, but all four of these things have combined into one unhappy Alison. So Weight Watchers it is. Thus far I’m happy with it. I’ll keep you posted, unless of course it doesn’t go well, in which case I’ll never mention it again! Har har.