Ringing in 2009 at a big fat whopping 158 pounds, I am far from my goal of 135, but definitely working on it. I start with this line because it’s a lot of what I think about. Since the last surgery I have been doing wonderfully, except recently I have been sleeping over 12 hours a night and dark circles are making a comeback under my eyes. It’s worrysome, and today on our way home from Novato (where we had lunch with my old friend Brad – Hi Brad!) I started nodding behind the wheel. After 12 hours of sleep, a taco salad and 2 cups of coffee, that shouldn’t happen…so I am scared and sad…And have been on a 1200 calorie low carb diet since December 15 with only 4 pounds off to show for it (I know you’re supposed to lose it slow to keep it off, but I would still like to wake up with curves in the right places…overnight weight loss would be fine by me!). Grr. Depresso entry. Sorry. We also picked up badminton again after my sprained ankle, and as soon as my freaking hammer squished finger heals, I will get back into yoga and light weights.
Here’s something awesome: When I was in ballet, oh so many years ago, I had a best friend at SFB. Her name was Britta. I called her Brit-Brit. She called me Shelb-Shelb. She lived in Daly City, so her family let me stay with them whenever I could (mostly summers and Nutcracker season, but many Fridays as well since we always had class on Saturday). Britta and I lost touch when I left the school to go to high school (the ballet school told me I had to consider “home schooling” going into the next level which I thought meant I was going to be dumb and not go to college so I chose school), but her mom always remembered me and tracked me down right before Britta got married about 5 years ago. I was invited to be a surprise guest…I was SO EXCITED. So excited that even though the day of her wedding was the same day I was released from the hospital with kidney stones still partying in my urinary tract, I wanted to go. David and Courtland had to very sternly tell me I was INSANE and sat with me while I tearfully called the hotel and left a message for Britta’s mom that I would not be attending.
Fast forward 5 years and I still had not seen Britta. She and her husband lived in the Caribbean and until two years ago we hadn’t even spoken on the phone. When we finally spoke on the phone, they had just moved back to Daly City and I was just about to have my MMA. We again lost touch until December 7 when Britta was going through her mom’s address book looking for people to invite to her mom’s surprise birthday party and found my number. I was invited to the party and 3 days later got to see the whole family again. It was awesome. Amazing. Britta looked the same and we just picked up where we left off…it was just NICE. So comfortable and nice. AND Britta has a goal. She wants to lose some weight and take a ballet class. It’s funny how people can travel through life, taking different paths here and there, changing little bits about themselves, yet still be, for lack of a better vocabulary, the same. You know what I mean. Not the same person…a richer person who knows more and has been through lilfe-shaping things…but a person who even today, if we met brand new, might still end up being a good friend. Those ones are hard to find. And you can bet your bottom that she and I will reach our goals and start taking a ballet class from Zoltan (another story) together. (By the way, Britta has a cat she named Shelby – teehee *big grin*)
So this year has been great. I know lots of stuff has happened, but everything has had a positive outcome…as in, I believe I am better off today than I was one year ago…and I aim to keep that trend going. Tonight Nicholas is coming over and we will very mellow-ly watch tons of Psych and if we’re up at 12 we will all three pour bubbly stuff into glasses, clink them together and wish each other a very Happy New Year. Which it will be. I have creed.
Happy New Year to you ALL!
xoxo
Shelby
