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One Year and Fifty Pounds Ago

…I looked like this:

diana at the dayton air show, 19 july 2003

A year before that, even, I was saying things like this:

26 September 2002:

I really have gained a lot of weight. I realized this as I looked down at my shadow before me. Then I realized that my arms touch my sides when I walk. Not just at my hips, not just my armpits, and not just my boobs. My entire side. This was somehow more disturbing to me than my recent discovery of a “gut flap.” It only strengthened my resolve to somehow lose 45 pounds…

Today, I’m feeling so much better than I did back then. I know I still have a little ways to go to reach my weight and fitness goals, but being back to the weight I was in high school and early college makes me feel so much better about myself. I haven’t lost any major weight in a while, as I’m stabilizing at my new, healthier weight, so I’m not quite as giddy about my weight-loss as I was, say, in October or November.

I took this self-portrait in July, when I weighed only two pounds more than I do today.

I have collarbones! Holy shit! When did that happen? I also have ample space between my waist and my elbows, and the hideous “gut flap” mentioned above has thankfully shrunk down to a mere crease. I can’t imagine what I’ll look and feel like in another 25 pounds or so.

randomness

Time For Bed

I hate it when I get to this point in the evening. I feel like if I go to bed now, I would be giving up some quality time, and would just bring myself a few hours closer to going to work again—but I’m really too tired to do anything useful.

the ongoing saga of my job

Eavesdropping

From: Diana Schnuth
Sent: Monday, September 13, 2004 1:47 PM
To: ‘Aaron R. Schnuth’
Subject: good afternoon

I just heard the most bizarre sentence from one of the contractors working in our building. I was coming in from reading at the picnic table during lunch, and I had to navigate around the stepladder just inside the doorway. There was this hispanic contractor right there, and as I walked past him, he said to his buddy up on the ladder, ?We gotta get the egress lighting, vato.? Now, I know that an egress is an exit (thanks to Judge Harry on Night Court), but hearing someone use that in the same sentence with ?vato? was surreal. 🙂