That recurring theme from "Finding Nemo" has been my theme song, lately. It has been a whirlwind, for obvious reasons - but just "keepin' on keepin' on" has been the best I can do, for now.
It was an incredibly busy weekend, but also blessedly a work-free weekend. I was a cleaning/organizing tornado going through my apartment, and I can say (with a degree both of pride and of "Oh, thank GOD - finally!") that I have moved out of the "gee, does a crack addict live here?" mode into "gee, another week like this and I could actually have COMPANY over" stage of the game.
It's a good feeling - of course, my spare bedroom has now become the "junk room" - the place where I will be working through the winnowing process (what do I need to keep, what do I want to keep, and do I have any reasonable expectations of using this any time soon?). But it definitely was worth it to get through this.
A close encounter with my physician last Thursday pointed out the need for definite lifestyle changes - my lousy diet and lack of exercise are at the heart of them. The weekend didn't help much - I spent Sunday from 10 AM to 9 PM with one of my AA sponsees, which was mostly sitting, talking, listening and drinking herbal tea. But any time I get the chance to participate in a "fifth-step inventory" with a sponsee, it is an incredibly powerful and moving experience, and I'm always blessed by the experience, even if it can be incredibly draining for both of us.
This week we are attempting to change our processing schedule, to prevent us from being here until midnight Monday and Tuesday. I'm not convinced that it's going to work - nothing this team has touched has worked once since this implementation started. But we will continue to try. So I need to get back to the battle. To my friends in the blogging world, I appreciate your attention and your encouragement, even though I haven't seen hardly anyone else's blog in three weeks. I just keep telling myself, "This too (like gallstones) will pass..."
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My next regularly-scheduled close encounter with my doctor is Saturday morning... and I suspect I will be getting "encouragement" to do something about my diet and exercise, too. I do well in spurts, and then slack off. If only the fat would slack off! A friend once heard a radio evangelist tell a woman who had called in with an obesity problem to put her hands on the radio. Then he prayed that the sixty-pound-fat-demon would just begone, fall off! He sounded sincere, but I never heard that the method worked. You have to admit, that would have it all over Jenny Craig!
Hang in there, my man.
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