It has been a while since I’ve posted about my race for less of me. I definitely ran into some trouble, I had stopped seeing negative numbers, not that I was seeing positive ones, I just wasn’t gaining or losing. People had said that it was just my plateau, however, I think I have to disagree. The wall I hit was me, I relaxed how closely I was watching what I eating, there were defintely some days when I didn’t enter a complete day’s worth of food and other days when I didn’t enter anything at all. After a little self-recorrection, I think I’m back on track.
I was surprised this morning. I came in at 258.5 pounds. When I first saw that, all I saw was the ‘eight,’ and I though, “how the hell could I have gained almost 7 pounds over night? After a closer examination, I saw that it was “58” not “68” I was literally standing on the scale in all my glory, staring at my feet saying, “wow.” However, being the skillful pessimist that I am, I didn’t believe. All the possibilities ran through my head, “Maybe you weren’t on the scale all the way. Maybe you were accidentally leaning against something. Maybe the scale is in one of the grooves of the linoleum.” It’s funny how I instantly go through every possible option besides: “I lost the weight.” So I weighted myself again: 258.5 pounds. After that I’m starting to believe. I went through my routine, took my shower, got my contacts in, and just to triple-check, I weighed myself again: 258.5 again. Now I’m a believer. I’m starting to take on the feeling of doing something good and being proud of myself. I think I’ve been resisting that because I have always had the sneaking suspicion that when I start to be proud of myself, that’s when I let myself slip. But I’ve never done anything like this before, so hopefully I’m beyond that.
Sadly, I had a whole post in already in draft form in my head about when I hit 260 pounds. I was going to post a picture of my license and say: “I am now offically my license weight, I have never actually been my license weight. My license weight was a lie, but I finally made an honest license out of it.” …But, I went right through 260, thankfully. However, once again, my license is a liar, for the first time in my life, my license says I weigh more than I actually do. Personally, I think that’s certain shade of awsome.
In other “repetitious self-congratulations”: Yesterday was the last day for seniors at CGHS. I had a lot of my students that I’ve taught come through, say goodbye and take pictures… which was great. Even my football players came by to make a couple of last jokes and give a hug (with the “man-slap” on the back, of course). But what really touched me was that there were a lot of students I had never coached or taught that came to say goodbye to me, to give a hug and take a group picture with. These were just kids that I had just casually talked to in the halls once in a while, or I knew them through one of their friends. Apparently, I had made a big enough impression that they wanted me to know. As sappy as it sounds, that was really important for me, it makes me feel as though I’m doing a good job and that I make a difference even if I don’t see them in my classroom or on the football field.
I think I’m pretty lucky to have my job.
Jess and I put an offer on a house. We did this yesterday afternoon. It is a very cute, brand new home in Cottage Grove. Three bedroom, two full bath. I promise to put up pictures as soon as I can. This will effectively shorten my commute from a thirty minute drive to a ten minute bike ride.
Jess and I couldn’t be more excited. It will not only be nice to live together, but to be in a house where we can paint the walls and have a dog without someone making us pay for those privileges.
Last night marked the end of six long years at the University of Oregon. How am I going to survive without classes that go from five until nine at night? I guess that means I’ll have to fill my evenings with relaxing and having real meals (something that doesn’t require that you cook for 3 1/2 minutes, remove the plastic film above the vegetables, stir the vegetables, than recover with the plastic film and cook for another 1 1/2 to 2 minutes). I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of change in my life. It’s all too drastic. Too sudden.It’s been a good six-year run, but I can’t say that I’m sad to see it go. I’m sure I’ve learned a couple things here and there, but I’ve got my three pieces of embossed paper… and I’m out of here.
My third (and final) graduation is next Friday evening. And I do solemnly swear that this will be my last graduation. I think. We’ll see.
A Summation (of a sort):
Good: Jessica, Graduated, New House, New Roommates, No more “Oh Conan” or “Do you want me to eat it.”, Language Arts Middle/Secondary Grad Program, IVs and drugs that put me to sleep, Ems games, The Sun Also Rises, ENG 300 (Literary Criticism), ENG 392 (American Lit.), 3.22
Bad: Jessica in Redmond for the summer, summer classes, Vanity Fair (900 pages), Wuthering Heights (500 pages), Jude the Obscure (500 pages), Middle March (400 Pages) ENG 322 (Victorian Lit.), duck e. coli, dehydration, vertigo, work, ENG 322
I apologize for the very sparse updates, but at least I get them up more often than some people i know. chris pratt. I like two of my three classes this term but i am just not enjoying school this year, maybe it is the threat of graduating that is ruining it for me. I could always combat this with switching my major, then I’d be like most of my friends and would get to graduate in 5-7 years. All I do is work, go to school, try to do my homeword, try to do my reading, run, and then try to sleep. I think I want to revert back to about the age of six, stuff was much more fun, school was entertaining (when I wasn’t getting trouble), riding my bike was my entertainment for the hours after school until dinner, and my hair was straight, and my matchbox cars were the venue for the rest of the evening. I think if I get a free afternoon i may revamp this website… or not, its more of “wait and see” coupled with “don’t want to do anything significantly productive.” Until my life picks up something exciting…