So, I realized two things today. One, I've lost 40#. Two, next week I make it across the finish line to the promised land of stabilization. I wish I was excited about either. While yes, 40 pounds is an accomplishment, there's so very far to go. And, this is not my fist rodeo. I've lost 40 pounds a number of times in the past 10 years, each time it came back and brought a gang of street toughs.
I did indeed stay home from church today. The past several times I've gone on a Sunday has just knocked me on my butt for the rest of the day. This diet is taxing. It's not like the other times when I lost weight on my own by just avoiding sugar. Then I'd feel good. This time, not so much. But, I don't know that I've ever lost 40 pounds in two months before. So, it's a trade off, I guess.
It's also a good day to be home because of the lousy information we just got. This past semester of school for Mark has been brutal. Both classes (plus the 30+ hours a week he's needed to get in at the junior high) have been extremely labor intensive. Even more so than the one ill-advised semester he took three classes. It's just sucked on toast.
So, we've been planning all along for him to take one class this summer, a seven-week late session class. So he'd have had about 10 weeks off. I say past tense. He hadn't heard from his advisor (who's gotten increasingly flaky over the last year or so), so he emailed, figuring he'd better get going and register for the one summer class, and the two fall classes.
Well, the answer was not what we expected. What needs to happen (and Mark spent a lot of time this morning trying to find another way) is he has two classes this summer, and one in the fall. Due to the way the schedule is structured--and as it's his last three classes, he can't just take something else--it MUST be this way. And, there's no real break.
So, we're all pretty upset about it. Both Mark and I are burned out. I think we both would have felt better in a weird way if Anna had of had a fit about it. But she had the saddest little face, and then set to trying to cheer us up. A great kid, she is.
But, both Mark and I feel like it's just another cosmic kick in the crotch. But if we put anything off, we'd add another full year to when he could start teaching full time. And while this sucks, that sucks worse.
So, with my sluggish weight loss (at this rate, I won't reach X, NewX, or even Decade of X), and the unwanted change of plans, I'm feeling blue today. It really sucks sometimes not to have a parent to talk to. There's something so comforting about being to cry on a parent's shoulder and have them tell you everything will be ok, and you're doing really well.
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