Nearing the end of week one.
Week one of the Self Challenge. Which I will complete. Which I have a darn good start on. I have a goal in mind. Initially the goal is to lose 2 pounds a week. This can do. This is not hard. This is not forcing me to starve or to expect miracles in the last week of a failed attempt at dieting. But I have started well this time. I have only a 30 minute cardio and a 25 minute strength session left, both of which I will do tomorrow. Am thoroughly enjoying playing racquetball with Thomas. Spend more time chasing the ball after it goes over the fence than actually returning it! But a very good time anyway.
Tom and I put bids in on two pieces of land near Homosassa. Strange and quick, but not as scary as I thought it would be. Tom talks and talks and talks and talks and dreams and plans and wonders and ponders and on and on and on. I love him so much and get so tired sometimes. I would like some quiet, but I know I will hate the time when it is quiet. I try not to get mad. I try to be loving. I know I come off as aloof and uncaring. He thinks I'm in a bad mood. But all I really want is some silence. He gets so excited about things that aren't there yet. I feel like such a pessimist. He is so optimistic about the big things and gets so upset about the small things, like his shorts. Or a stain on fabric. Or a hole in the couch. And so excited about land that is no longer available. And houses we don't need. And trips that are too stressful to take all at once. Or maybe it's just me.
The bottom line is I love my Tomcat with all my heart and want him to be happy. I will move wherever he would like. I will purchase whatever he wants. I will decorate in a manner that pleases him. I will love him to the best of my ability. I will sex him up whenever he wants. I will share his enthusiasm for whatever happens to turn his wheels at that moment. I love my Tomcat.
Tom and I put bids in on two pieces of land near Homosassa. Strange and quick, but not as scary as I thought it would be. Tom talks and talks and talks and talks and dreams and plans and wonders and ponders and on and on and on. I love him so much and get so tired sometimes. I would like some quiet, but I know I will hate the time when it is quiet. I try not to get mad. I try to be loving. I know I come off as aloof and uncaring. He thinks I'm in a bad mood. But all I really want is some silence. He gets so excited about things that aren't there yet. I feel like such a pessimist. He is so optimistic about the big things and gets so upset about the small things, like his shorts. Or a stain on fabric. Or a hole in the couch. And so excited about land that is no longer available. And houses we don't need. And trips that are too stressful to take all at once. Or maybe it's just me.
The bottom line is I love my Tomcat with all my heart and want him to be happy. I will move wherever he would like. I will purchase whatever he wants. I will decorate in a manner that pleases him. I will love him to the best of my ability. I will sex him up whenever he wants. I will share his enthusiasm for whatever happens to turn his wheels at that moment. I love my Tomcat.
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