September 24th, 2009

eliphas, napping

Boring personal stuff

I seem to have lost some serious weight -- I don't have scales, but I know that I have lost some serious centimetres. In March I bought trousers, #1 was "OK, a little tight around the waist, maybe", #2 was "too tight to sit down in, but I'll be going on vacation in May so it will be fine then". In January, going to the opera, I wore my "looks great" jeans, and they were so tight in the waist that I regretted it halfway through the second act.

Today I noticed that it's a good thing summer trousers #1 have a drawstring, or they'd fall off me. "Looks great" jeans have been my comfy jeans all summer.

The "buttons are straining" shirts are slowly unstraining.

So, that's one to two clothes sizes down.
Which is nice.
Kind of.

Only, I have been extremely stable in size for the last nine years. (After recovering from the Horrible Winter where I propped up my sanity with lots of pasta.) So this is a little strange, too. No idea if it will stay that way, or change again, or go further down, or whatever.

Also, when my mother sees that, you can bet Betan dollars to sand that the truce we had about food will be over. She's coming to visit in two weeks. Won't that be fun.

I think I'll try just lying.

(To all those who don't know me personally, not to overrate this whole drama: I'm still fat. Just somewhat less so.)
eliphas, napping


I___ dragged me to the animal shelter today to look at cats.

I instantly fell in love with two big blacks that tried to bite me, but one of them already was taken and the other needed her freedom.

So I decided on two five-months old boy kittens: a tabby and a white-with-tabby. White-with-tabby is a little shy, tabby is curious.

Now I have to talk to the landlord about cats and cat nets (never needed one before...), tidy up every level surface, and in 10 days I might have cats again and can try to find a way to get them to coexist with the new furniture. I fear it will be doomed to failure and already regret not keeping the old IKEA couch and the mouldy carpet.

I must have been crazy.
I can't abide waste and stupid consumerism, and then I go ahead and buy furniture. And curtains. What the hell was I thinking? I knew I wanted to have cats again, but I went off onto a completely deluded buying spree. I shouldn't have bought any of it. I cannot keep it. I feel like head-desking. A lot.

ETA: Ah, forget it. I should know by now that lack of sleep makes me into a complete drama queen.
They are very cute (and uncommonly slender) kittens with beautiful eyes and sweet voices.
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