Talking about anything but cats

As a kid I was a spindley little thing. I never ate if I wasn’t hungry, and I frequently wasn’t hungry. It got to the point that my parents (neither of whom were great believers in going to the doctor) ended up dragging me to our family doctor to determine what was wrong with me.

The rest of my family enjoyed their food. My mother dieted several times, but always put the weight back on. My older sister successfully slimmed down during college, and kept the weight off for years before it started to sneak back on (though I do not believe she ever got back to her all time high). The younger sister was heavy as far back as I can remember. Without blaming family heritage, I started putting pounds on in my late twenties, early thirties. I could diet and keep it off for a few years, but it always snuck back on.

I finally joined Weight Watchers, took the weight off, and kept it off for a year before I was laid off. It only took me a year to put it all back on (OK, maybe not all, but I didn’t miss my high-water mark by much. The first week of January I rejoined WW, and I’ve stuck to it pretty faithfully since. As of today I am ten pounds from goal. With luck this means that I’ll be able to get back into my “wee size” clothes well before the holidays.

I discovered Monday that nobody put me on the schedule for next week. The days I usually work are a big blank. The pharmacist in charge of making the schedule is on vacation until next week, and nobody has a clue what’s going on. I asked around yesterday in the pharmacy, and I came back into work today (one of my days off) to aske other people. Everyone is passing the buck, and nobody wants to take responsibility for telling me whether to come in anyway (there is nobody scheduled to tech on those days) or tell me not to show up. The main store manager is on tomorrow, and I’ll try one last time to find out what’s up, but I’ve got a feeling that the potato will continue to be very hot.

I’ve started work on refinancing the mortgage. We got a 6% rate when we bought this place, and something closer to 4% would be nice right now (seeing as how I’m likely not going to be a major bread winner for some time). I’m a little worried about how the last two years affected my credit rating, but there’s nothing to do but submit and find out what we qualify for. Neither the Prof or I have ever carried any credit card debt, and the Prof paid off his new car within a year of purchasing it. With no outstanding loans or obligations, and with the current value of the house estimated to be about $60,000 higher than our outstanding debt, I’d like to think we’ll still do OK, but I’ll have to wait and see.

And finally, from the world of strange and weird, I’ve had a muscle twitching in my right butt off and on for days. It’s benign and means nothing, but it’s annoying. Very, very annoying.