Oh, Boener's going to cry now.

Shrift, I'm sorry for your loss, and wish you mighty herding-fu.

Also not watching the SotU. Just...meh. I assume if snakes fall from the ceiling, it will be on YouTube within 20 seconds and then I can just re-watch in the comfort of my laptop.

And I do prefer bacon to oatmeal, in general, but I don't want bacon every day, which is what she's saying is okay. I think.

Yeah, that's what I took from it.

Me, too. I really like Michelle (Fat Nutritionist) and what a moderate, gentle approach toward food she takes.

Actually, this relates to a conversation I had recently about knowing the calorie counts at restaurants -- it made me feel fine about my occasional McD's meal, because on those days, it is the bulk of my food, and that actually works out to a reasonable calorie number in the end. Not a weight loss number, but I don't care about that.

I started tracking what I eat on Livestrong's MyPlate back in November (and then stopped when I got really sick, and re-started a couple of weeks ago), and what it always reminds me is that EVERYTHING COUNTS. I don't mean that in an obsessive way, like, "I can't have cream in my coffee because it adds 20 calories OMG!"

I mean it more in the sense of...it all adds up, like monetary debt. And faster than I think (also like monetary debt). And it's cool to see how exercise gives me a margin of more to eat (and yup, that's exactly how I look at it, which I don't think is a bad way to view exercise -- want to eat pumpkin cheesecake ice cream? 30 minutes on the bike is a fair tradeoff in my book).

And, honestly? It's shifted my perception a little bit about weight and/or weight gain. I am still all about fat acceptance, and I will cut anyone who starts in with me with the fat-hatin'. (Not here; I mean in general.) That said -- tracking my food has made me realize how easy it is to eat more (sometimes...uh, probably often...WAY more) than I think I'm eating. Because, like I said, EVERYTHING COUNTS.

None of that is in any way an attempt to explain why anyone other than me weighs what they do. People's bodies are their own, and I have no desire to accuse them of habits that I have no way of knowing whether they engage in. I'm just saying that, for me, I really had ignored how much I was really eating, because it's freaking easy to do.

(Also? Pumpkin cheesecake ice cream? Oh my god so good you will cry.)

I need to find something to do besides just teach. My life is getting boring. So far, I've found some art classes, and a young professionals group that meets once a month. There's got to be something to do around here.

I'm sorry about your loss, shrift. I hope your relatives are less problematic than you expect, and that things go easily for you and your mom.

Ahrg. Just had to make a late night run and hunt for keys. Co-catsitter didn't realize I had a set and so hid the keys on the property. Even though she knows where I live and could have shoved them through the mailslot (and it is on the way.) Anyway, didn't feel comfortable leaving them under a rock for a day, not on that street, so went and found them. They have a lot of rocks.

My shoes arrived from Zappos yesterday, but I didn't get around to opening the box until just now. And for some reason, Zappos included a can of Red Bull in my order. Um. Whaaat?

All I can come up with is an obscure joke involving Hermes (he was fast because his shoes HAD WINGS -- and Red Bull GIVES YOU WINGS -- so there's the tenuous Red Bull/Zappos connection).

Yeah, I got nothing.

Somebody needed packing material, and the next guy on the line wasn't watching his Red Bull stash close enough?

they expect you to be so excited about your new shoes that you'll stay up all night dancing around the house in them and need chemical assistance to stay awake the next day?

I'm sorry for your loss, shrift.