Better than I thought...

So in the time since I left the lovely, cool green of the Pacific Northwest for the hazy, swampy green of the American South, I have lost 7 pounds. This is a good thing. The visit to the doctor's office was also way less horrible than I imagined it would be. Now I just have to call his office to find out how the lab work came back. I've also discovered that it has taken me a long damn time to miss Michael at all. I'm still pretty sure I'd like to keep the big lug around as a friend, but anything else is looking pretty iffy.

I'm glad to know that his ex-wife's granddaughter has made it to Oregon and will be with Michael and his mom for moral support. I'm also ridiculously happy that he has to deal with her nicely as the baby dyke that she is. :D Maybe he'll learn some tolerance, and some manners. (And maybe I'll become an heiress.....)

Anyway, that's the news that's fit to print for now. Will be back later.

New news, old habits and a spanner in the works...

So I am now living in the heart of Dixie.....ol' Red Stick, Louisiana, to be exact. I'm glad not to have Michael watching my ass all the damn time, but it kinda bugs me to know he's already talking to some other girl. And it bothers me that I'm bugged about it in the first place! Why should I care, right? But my last couple of weeks in Oregon at very least proved to me that the sex part of our relationship was never broken -- it always worked! It's just that nothing else did. I guess once I get my head screwed on a bit straighter, I'll be able to take charge of my health and my appearance and become more date-able. It's just kinda hard to ignore that little nasty voice in my head that says I'll never be able to find anyone better than Michael. It's also hard to ignore the pang I feel, knowing that I will probably never hug him, or touch him, or have hot monkey sex with him again. *sigh* See, this is why my 20s were mis-spent in the wrong way, wasting them on the father of my son! (Damn, that was kinda mean, huh?)

What I know now is that I want my trailer to be cleaned up and fixed, my own TV, my own little 8-ft by 33-ft space to call home, so that I can get a customer care job with benefits that will pay my bills and some to spare while I teach myself how to pass the Louisiana paralegal certification test. I also need to get plugged into this new community that seems like an interesting place to call home. I mean, it does actually have a Unitarian church, fercrissakes, it can't be too bad, right? (Right?!)

So that's all for the new news and the spanner in the works....now on with the old habits.....the ones that make me eat too much and not post often enough. So my smartphone is now going to remind me daily that I have to say hello to the world about what's going on in my little corner of it. And the doctor visit my dad's going to pay for on Wednesday is going to set my ass on the path to being narrower. I hope. *grin* Now I have to go be sociable and some junk with my dad, so he doesn't think I fell off the face of the planet. More to come soon.....