The World According to Chuck

A storm has moved over Western Washington and Canada, wreaking mild havoc and completely ignoring my neighborhood, which is fine with me. A bit of wind, a little rain, some sympathy for Vancouver and Victoria. Not a biggie.

On the home front, I finally wracked my brain (ouch) and discovered a way to solve the much-needed-infusion-of-cash issue. Seems to me I used to make money when I needed to. How did I do that? Hmm.

Oh yeah. That mind-numbing, soul-sucking stuff.

It’s good, though. Only a few hours a day (and actually night, when I’m needed and they pay me more, anyway), and my mind is less prone to numbness and my soul seems to be awfully secure these days.

And perspective is important. I’m taking classes, heading for a Master’s degree at some point, working toward change, and I’m fortunate to be able to produce income from the relative comfort of my recliner (it’s an old recliner is all I’m saying; it’s still pretty comfortable). I lean back, keyboard securely on lap, nice big flat screen monitor perched off to the side a bit, and I fix sentences and type strange words and get paid. And the utility company gets paid, etc. As I said, good.

And my scale finally stopped lying.

It could be the minor adjustments I made in my eating program. It could be that I walk seven freaking miles a day now, and I’ll move that up to 10 soon. It could be that I just intimidated the poor appliance with mean looks and bad words. At any rate, the numbers started moving again, sort of dramatically, positive feedback after 49 days.

Which would be seven weeks. Which would be, out of a 14-week plan, halfway. Sort of a preposterous plan, really, to drop some pounds fairly rapidly with a low-calorie diet and vigorous exercise. Unrealistic. Bound to fail.

So how am I doing on day #49, according to my bipolar scale?

Halfway. Exactly. Exactomundo.

Go figure.

We’re OK here. Back later.