February Funk

It's Friday and the last 'official' day of my week off.  I haven't met up with any of my sister's while I've been off but I am planning on meeting one of my great friends tomorrow.

I feel in a melancholy mood this week, an emotional, over eating mood, and I have no idea why. Luckily, I've found consolation in homemade chicken and vegetable soup, I can't get enough of it and it's comforting, even though I say so myself, I think I've perfected my recipe.  I was dreading stepping on the scales but I did earlier and I've gained from Christmas when I'd lost weight due to losing my appetite when I didn't feel well, but I'm still only back to 'normal' and no more, which is a relief.  I'm totally misshapen but not overly, over weight.

I am eyeing up Tony Horton's 10 Minute Trainer infomercial but I haven't succumbed yet.  My problem at the moment is not time, but motivation, maybe I should see if I can get myself to workout for 10 minutes under my own steam first of all.

Incidentally, I always have the informercials on in the morning while I'm not watching TV and just pottering about, having breakfast, sometimes working out.  They are currently advertising the most hideous jean-a-like trousers you've ever see in your life.  They seem to be elasticated, all over, spray-on tight and painted to look like regular jeans.  They were bad enough before I realised (that's what glancing with the sound turned down does for you,) that they are fake jeans and stretchy in all places.

So, as I mentioned, it's Friday night and I'm in the company of the dynamic Diane Keaton and the also-not-so-bad, Mr Jack Nicholson, with a name like Jack, how can you go wrong in life?  (Now is not the time to mention the delightful KR, brilliant and if you got the crush-o-meter out, well... I know that he's been within 50 miles of me, gosh dang it.)

I'm watching 'Something's Gotta Give', one of my favourite films and I'm watching it over the incessant barking from next door's dogs.  Barking aside, I think I want to be "Amanda Barrie", with the brilliance, the career and definitely the beach house.  In my dreams anyway.

With the new, swingy hair and the not looking at myself in the mirror too closely, I missed until today, the bruise on my jaw from having my wisdom tooth out, it's either that or I punched myself in my sleep.  Swelling has gone down but still sore and still bruised, not too noticeable though to the outside world.

Saturday, I have a very long overdue catch up with one of my really good friends.  I selfishly confessed that I was really glad to have her all to myself, it is literally years since we've really talked.  Three hours flew by and we probably could have carried on for another three, quite easily. I've made quite a few new friends and acquaintances in the past  twelve months, but after all we've been through, there is nothing to compare to old friends.