It's been a while

Once again, it's been a while since my last blog entry. *Aside: re-reading that just now, I had a flashback to the confessional . . . "bless me, Blogger, for I have sinned; it's been 15 days since my last entry." If you're Catholic, you get it. :)

For most of those 15 barren days, I can offer no reasonable explanation for my neglect. This week, however, I have been struggling mentally & emotionally with a big decision in my personal life. I don't want to offer any detail because I think there are a few folks who know me IRL who occassionally read this blog. Suffice it to say that, after much thought, anguish, etc., I think I have decided what I should do.

It's funny: I might've thought that typing my thoughts out here would help me reason things out. But it seems I value my privacy in this area even in this limited arena. Quite unlike me to keep something to myself, really. . . I am usually a little too open about things in my personal life. At least, that's what my mother tells me.

I'm still doing nothing about my weight. I am holding steady in the low 230s (lovely). I think about exercising; I think about joining Jenny Craig; I think about eating more veggies & less cheese. But that's all they are: thoughts.

A couple of things that might soon get me back on at least the exercise wagon: I saw photos of the way my arms look in my wedding dress--yuck--and my beloved Sebastian has begun to chew up my shoes.

Yes, little furry angel Sebastian, at age 5, has become quite destructive. Three pairs of work shoes have bitten the dust in the past two weeks. He has also chewed up innumerable socks & briefs of SL's, as well as a couple pairs of my panties. I tease SL that he is trying to teach us to pick things up off the floor.

I know he cannot be teething, and he does not suffer from separation anxiety. . . so the only logical explanation for this doggy behavior is lack of adequate exercise & stimulation. It has been months since the poor boy has been walked regularly; not just a quick jaunt outside to do business, but a real exercise walk. I have taken him to the dog park a couple times--one time he was attacked by a mean pit bull--but that's it for about 4 months. With the shorter winter days, we'd be going in the dark if we went either before or after work. I'm not sure yet what the solution is; there is nowhere remotely close to our home that I can safely walk him in the dark. But something's gonna have to change. My shoe budget will not allow the purchase of many more pairs. . . and I can't stand to see this evidence that my precious boy is unhappy either.

My little nephew is growing like a weed! At his recent 2-month doctor visit, he weighed nearly 16 lbs and is over 24 inches long already. His pediatrician says he is in the 90th percentile for height & weight. I saw a 3-month-old in a restaurant today who was much smaller than Rowan; my friend said that baby was "normal" size. Rowan is also absolutely ADORABLE! Though I will admit I am likely biased. :)

Glad it's the weeekend!