Bags and bags and BAGS of bills. Expired prescriptions, some from my grandmother who passed away over 20 years ago. A giant plastic tub of assorted brand-new kitchen tools.

... which is part of the reason I finally decided to try this mental health thing, and am seeing a therapist. Because my Dad and I had NO IDEA that she was doing this stuff.

Ugh, that's hard.

I bump into old WX icons on my HD from time to time. The one that makes me laugh the most is the one where I manipped myself inbetween Spike and Lex. Jesus, fangirl.

Wow, Jilli, that's quite something to learn. I hope you process it well.

And now that it's tomorrow already for the board as well as for my timezone, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Jon B's birthday.

Happy birthday, Jon! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

(Also, since it's raining, and I've already whined about the badness of the infrastructure here, so I can't trust having any internet access for the next few days: tomorrow, the 21st will be Katie M's birthday, and Tuesday, the 22nd, will be Laura's birthday, so early wishes for the both of them, as well!)

Wow, Jilli, that's quite something to learn. I hope you process it well.

I'm doing the best I can. I will say that my therapist is fantastic.

msbelle - I think that going to Target and escaping without making massive amts of purchases is a WIN not a fail.

Since I'm going to the gym regularly now, and they have a pool, I bought my first swimsuit in 30 years. Being a cheap person, I checked with K-Mart first, but they apparently don't think women will want swimsuits for another month. So I went to WalMart, who had just put out their suits. They actually had some my size, black and fuschia/purple. I was going to go for black, but Hubby said, "People wear black at the gym because they want to be stared at." I shrugged, because the purple was a really nice color.

So I tried it on, took a deep breath, and raised my eyes to the mirror. "Oh, my god," I said, "I'm a grape." "What?" Hubby called from outside. "Never mind."

I got a t-shirt to wear over it in the pool, but when I got to the locker room, I paused. A t-shirt was not going to disguise the fact that I'm fat. And it was just going to be bulky, clingy stuff. And the purple was really a fantastic color to my eyes. So I boldly walked out to the pool in all my jumbo-sized grapey glory. I am fat, but by being at the gym I am showing that I'm not just a lump sitting in front of the TV stuffing my face--I do that when I get home from the gym. I am me, I am fat, and I'm going to paddle around happily in the pool.

That is a very healthy attitude. Good for you. And a beautiful purple you like is a good choice.

Power to you for not hiding. I have no idea what your husband means when he says people wear black at the gym to be stared at. I'm slanted because I go out of my way to get my socks in black, etc, but it's really the most default colour out there. If it's between black and purple to generate stares, black is not the attention-getting answer.

One thing I love about my gym (the local Y) is that there are all shapes, sizes, ages, and levels of ability working out side-by-side. The only people you don't see are people who are obviously togged up to meet other people.

The 'meet market' gym seems to be the 24 Hour Fitness up the street. Fewer kids, and I think that the big glass windows that open up the entire gym to full view from the sidewalk scare away most non-narcissists. The fact that the place is next door to BreadCo. (aka Panera) makes the situation a bit funnier to me than perhaps it should.