. . . the more they stay the same.
I was thinking today that it has been a year this week since we closed and moved into our house. Hard to believe that it's already been a year!
This week two years ago, MM contacted me for the first time via match.com, and we hadn't even had our first phone conversation yet, let alone met face-to-face. The biggest event of the week was that I'd cut my left index finger, requiring stitches.
This week three years ago, my fiance at the time (not MM, "SL") was interviewing for a better-paying job (which he ended up getting), and things were looking good, apart from my weight (which was in the 220s then). In a blog post that week, I was bemoaning my weight and my lack of motivation to do anything about it, despite the fact that I was engaged and planning a wedding.
In many ways, my life has changed a lot in the past three years. I'm living in a different city, working at a different job (still a lawyer, but private practice is a big change from government prosecution), and am married to a man I didn't even know two years ago, let alone three. I wasn't even an auntie yet three years ago 'cause Rowan was still in utero and wouldn't make his arrival into the world until about two months later. I now own a home and have a second golden retriever.
But in some ways, my life is the same. I'm still trying to become more organized at home and at work. I still find it hard to wake up in the mornings most days and waste WAY too much time playing computer games and surfing the internet. (Though blogs and Fac.ebo.ok are a much bigger part of my internet time than they were three years ago.) Most notably, I am still struggling with my weight.
They say that with age comes wisdom. Though I believe I *have* acquired some wisdom as I've aged--more through life's experiences than through the mere passage of years--it seems that there is still a disconnect between knowing what is right and must be done and actually doing it.
(Today's weight: 217.8)
I was thinking today that it has been a year this week since we closed and moved into our house. Hard to believe that it's already been a year!
This week two years ago, MM contacted me for the first time via match.com, and we hadn't even had our first phone conversation yet, let alone met face-to-face. The biggest event of the week was that I'd cut my left index finger, requiring stitches.
This week three years ago, my fiance at the time (not MM, "SL") was interviewing for a better-paying job (which he ended up getting), and things were looking good, apart from my weight (which was in the 220s then). In a blog post that week, I was bemoaning my weight and my lack of motivation to do anything about it, despite the fact that I was engaged and planning a wedding.
In many ways, my life has changed a lot in the past three years. I'm living in a different city, working at a different job (still a lawyer, but private practice is a big change from government prosecution), and am married to a man I didn't even know two years ago, let alone three. I wasn't even an auntie yet three years ago 'cause Rowan was still in utero and wouldn't make his arrival into the world until about two months later. I now own a home and have a second golden retriever.
But in some ways, my life is the same. I'm still trying to become more organized at home and at work. I still find it hard to wake up in the mornings most days and waste WAY too much time playing computer games and surfing the internet. (Though blogs and Fac.ebo.ok are a much bigger part of my internet time than they were three years ago.) Most notably, I am still struggling with my weight.
They say that with age comes wisdom. Though I believe I *have* acquired some wisdom as I've aged--more through life's experiences than through the mere passage of years--it seems that there is still a disconnect between knowing what is right and must be done and actually doing it.
(Today's weight: 217.8)
1 comments:
I hate looking back over the years for a particular day. Lately, it just makes me feel like a failure.
Then again, the stomch virus gods were nice enough to make me sick as a dog this week, so my weight is going down. I assume when I'm hydrated again it will just go back up though.
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