Saturday, February 13th

Before I started working from home, my normal routine was to get up early ( like 5:30- 6:00 am ish) on Saturday mornings, go to a 7 am Weight Watchers meeting, go the driving range at 8, run some errands and be home by 10:00 before the rest of the people even got out of bed.  Over the last couple weeks, I have been struggling to settle into a routine and just relax in general.  I was talking with some friends yesterday, complaining about how I had gained a few tenths of pound the last few weeks and told her I just didn't think I can handle another set back this morning.  Being the good friend she is, she gave me a pass.  Told me to sleep in if I could and then get my game face on and go back next week.  That was plan.

About an hour later, another friend called, asked what my plans were for Saturday.  I told him I didn't really have any except for a first birthday party after lunch.  He was flabbergasted.  He's like what about Weight Watchers, what about the driving range?  Then I realized, this was one of the parts of my old routine that I could keep and feel normal.  So I went to WW, where I actually lost 2 pounds, so all my post job weight was gone and a little more.  I went and got coffee at McDonalds ( why does the fact I don't want syrup in my latte always confuse them so much??) and then went to the driving range, hit a bucket of balls and ran some errands, just like normal.

I also got a very exciting new pet this morning.  Now I am painfully aware that with 2 cats, the addition of a third makes my chances of marriage go from slim to none, so, no, there is no new cat.  I didn't feel like I was ready to get a plant, so I went one better.  I got a fish.  He is a crownfish beta, both pink and blue.  He will be called Lester.  His new tank is aerating as we speak.  I filled it with britta water so I am hoping that will speed up the getting the tank ready process.  I have always wanted a fish.  I'm going to be 35 exactly one month from today and I decided if I wanted a $5 fish from Wal-mart, damn it! I'm going to have one. 
I mean what is so scarey about owning a fish? I mean if he dies, I flush him and spend $5 on a new one.  It's not rocket science.  It makes me wonder though, how many simple things are we all really afraid of that aren't such a big deal once we get past them?  Karaoke? Running? Going to new places? Spicy food? Letting go of who we thought we might be when we were 6? Just think about it, are all those excuses we make why we can't do things really valid?

Check back tomorrow for Lester's official portrait.