Wednesday

Things have been good since I last wrote. Did get a little cold but like last time, it didn’t stay very long. I’m not sure why my colds have become short-lived but I’m not about to question it but just be grateful.

It’s been a week since I’ve completely been off of Prozac, after a period of cutting back per my doctor. I feel fine and according to Terry, my number one watchdog, I seem fine.

I have also have given up listening to the radio and various talk shows as much as I used to. The past years, for some reason, I found myself listening to political talk shows a lot, which was quite a change for me because in the past, I knew relatively nothing much about politics. I really learned a lot by listening but I also learned that it can cause a lot of stress, being so up to date on everything. I didn’t like being upset/bothered by what I would hear, sometimes I would find it really affecting my personality and my sense of well being.

I think I also learned that politics are populated with a bunch of liars and crooks. I’m pretty sure I knew that before but now I really know it. I also try to limit my time hearing the news. It causes tension to constantly be told how bad the economy is. I think we’re all aware that it is but for it to change will take time. What good does it do to be reminded all the time? Nothing, but cause inner stress and I can do without that, thankyouverymuch.
I’m tired of hearing about “studies” that prove this or that because in awhile, we’ll hear about studies that will show just the opposite. So I take all of that with a grain of salt.

I am proud of myself for keeping my closet that I worked so long and hard on in still darn good shape. It looks wonderful and that’s not my usual M.O. I really, really want to just hang up something anywhere without taking the time to put it back in the proper place. I want to sometimes just kick my shoes into the closet instead of putting them in their designated pocket handing on the door but I do. Maybe I am finally growing up.

We sent off our Happy New Year cards and have received so many lovely replies to them. Not feeling the pressure of the holiday rush, allowed us to send them to friends and relatives we didn’t always stay in touch with. So I’ve been busy, writing to aunts, uncles and cousins from all over the country. It used to be my parents’ job to stay in touch and without them here, it had stopped. I don’t think I really paid all that much attention to relatives while young but am finding a renewed interest in talking to them again.

I quickly finished the afghan that my father in law requested. He loved it. I never once thought that a man would want one but after he saw the ones I had made for my daughter and her husband, he stated he wanted one and that his wife used the one I had made for her often. He took us out to dinner the other night to a new Italian restaurant. Terry was afraid I would not enjoy it because a lot of Italian restaurants serve food that I would not consider Italian, according to my heritage. But this one was fantastic and all the wait staff was Italian too. At one time during dinner there, a waiter came up to Terry, asking if he needed something. Terry didn’t understand why he thought that and the waiter explained that he had seen him waving his hands in the air. Terry told him that ever since he had married an Italian, he started talking with his hands just like she did! The waiter seemed to completely understand that one. I’m never aware how much I use my hands when talking until my friends remind me of this.

I’m trying to lose those few extra pounds from the holidays, as usual. Lordy, but it does get harder every year. I’m trying my old standby way of eating less as the day goes on. It’s always worked for me and I hope it works again. It makes sense to me because I expend my most energy earlier in the day and become pretty sedentary as the evening comes around. I just hate thinking about eating, about gaining weight, about losing weight. When re-doing my closet and wardrobe last year, I was able to get some really nice clothes that should look wonderful. I found myself questioning why they didn’t look wonderful after I put them on. Blaming the clothes was my problem. Blaming the extra pounds was the answer.
I know we’ll be doing some traveling this year so I want to at least start from a good point so I can enjoy myself and not think about what I’m eating or not eating. Life is too darn short for that.

I had heard that taking Prozac could add some pounds so I’d love to think that getting off of Prozac would eliminate those pounds. But like all “studies” I found that gaining weight can happen for some and losing weight while on Prozac happens to others so I’m not counting on it.
Darn.