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Saturday, March 08, 2008
It's rainy today, grey. It's been a rough week for me, for work-related reasons that it would not be prudent to discuss in this forum. (It's never prudent to discuss work-related matters in any specific way on a personal, public blog, my children, especially if your full name is attached to that blog, as mine is to this.)

So while I won't discuss the work issues themselves, they are well known to my friends who read this, and to those of you reading this who may not know me as well, and whom I can only assume are here for information regarding the upcoming Kids in the Hall tour, I'll only say that my employment woes are a symptom, or a result*, of our current depressed economy, are dismayingly common in this day and age, &etc., &etc.

I've been dealing with the stress by eating whatever the hell I feel like eating, in any quantity I've liked, and not accounting for it. This goes against the plan I'd set for myself back in September, which led to my ongoing (if snail-like) weight loss over the last six months. So today, on this grey day, I will pick my eating habits up by their bootstraps and try to remember that the goal is to avoid getting diabetes. Both of my parents now have diabetes. I should make every attempt not to get it. Which means that I should not indiscriminately shove cold roast pork chow fun in my face every time I pass the refrigerator.

*I don't feel up to the intellectual challenge of sorting out the cause-and-effect of this situation. My intellectual challenges of late have been limited to the solitaire-related variety.