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July 1st, 2008

04:08 pm

I've put the not!Iron Man story in present tense, just because I can't stop tinkering with it. Of course, I did it in a new document, because, dude. What if I did all that to it and it sucked and I'd have to change it back?

And now I'm considering engraving the serial numbers back onto it.

Of course, I'd have to figure out something new to break not!Pepper with, but I'm sure I could come up with something. In fact, I just did. Go, me. *headdesks again*

No. No, no, no. It stays as it is (at least publicly), until I run out of markets. *nods firmly*

For heck's sake, it doesn't even have a title yet.

10:08 pm
Hey, look! A real life post!

Okay, now that I've stopped being quite so consumed by the not!Iron Man fic, I thought I'd update y'all on what's actually happening with me.

We have a walking route that takes us about a mile or so along a canal. This route is filled with birds and trees and horses and is pretty darn shiny. In the past few days we've seen...

A pair of muskrats.


Yes. I completely understand where the song "Muskrat Love" comes from now, because that was just about the cutest damn thing I've ever seen. *dies*

Also, two monarch caterpillars. I've never actually seen monarch caterpillars before, and they're very cool.

I love my walking route. If they take it away from us, I'm going to be very put out. I realize that technically, that canal road is for "personnel only," but the sidewalk is noisy and hotter and not nearly as relaxing.

Also, I've been dropping weight rather...precipitously. I think I've lost about five pounds in the last week. Most of this has been a function of being so absorbed in the not!Iron Man fic that I keep forgetting to eat. And part of it is that when I do eat, it's mainly yummy yummy spinach salad, with tomato and cucumber and carrot and celery and black olives and a hard-boiled egg with ranch dressing and croutons and fake bacon bits. It's delicious and I don't have to pretend it's good for me. I've cut out the chips and peanut butter almost entirely.

So, the weigh-in this morning? 128.8. It's been, literally, years since I've seen this weight. Not since I was breast-feeding Da Boy, in fact. So, even though I've been feeling slightly weak and shaky today, I don't care because I'm nearly giddy.

I don't know how long I can keep it up, but I'll ride it for all it's worth. The goal is 127. Ideal would be 124. 122 would have me looking like a supermodel.

There may actually be a light at the end of this tunnel.