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Swollen Ankles
Mar. 20th, 2009 08:35 amHad to stop work on the computer last night because I just couldn't sit anymore. Had to put the feet up. Feet and ankles are doing the swelling thing of late pregnancy which after a certain point, physically hurts.
This morning isn't much better for the physical discomfort/pain level. Tylenol is in my future.
I've gained too much weight. Not according to the OB, but according to me. Put on 7 pounds in two weeks, which freaks me the fuck out. I'm not going to calorie restrict by any stretch of the imagination, but I am going to reduce the number of complex carbs I've been sucking in. More fruit. More salad. I don't want to be where I was after the Mouse. It took me two years to lose all that weight.
That being said, I'm having a delightful morning. Getting unlooked for notes from people has made me smile.
The house is still a nightmare of boxes and I need to put up more art, but it's home.
Work is work and does it's thing.
I have a pile of photographs to edit and a painting to finish. I'm also going through all of my logbooks of the last 20 years. Yes. 20 years. I'm destroying most of them. When I can't remember half of the people I'm writing about that I was working with at the time? It's not relevant. I am yanking the little that is important and resonates. Things I wrote after the death of my father. Early notes on novels and drafts of poetry. Those are worth keeping and are going to go into some form of bindery.
But the rest?
The rest doesn't need to endure.
It's slow going, but I'm finding that I'm feeling lighter for not carrying around the burden of all of this paper.
This morning isn't much better for the physical discomfort/pain level. Tylenol is in my future.
I've gained too much weight. Not according to the OB, but according to me. Put on 7 pounds in two weeks, which freaks me the fuck out. I'm not going to calorie restrict by any stretch of the imagination, but I am going to reduce the number of complex carbs I've been sucking in. More fruit. More salad. I don't want to be where I was after the Mouse. It took me two years to lose all that weight.
That being said, I'm having a delightful morning. Getting unlooked for notes from people has made me smile.
The house is still a nightmare of boxes and I need to put up more art, but it's home.
Work is work and does it's thing.
I have a pile of photographs to edit and a painting to finish. I'm also going through all of my logbooks of the last 20 years. Yes. 20 years. I'm destroying most of them. When I can't remember half of the people I'm writing about that I was working with at the time? It's not relevant. I am yanking the little that is important and resonates. Things I wrote after the death of my father. Early notes on novels and drafts of poetry. Those are worth keeping and are going to go into some form of bindery.
But the rest?
The rest doesn't need to endure.
It's slow going, but I'm finding that I'm feeling lighter for not carrying around the burden of all of this paper.
