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And new manatee lipstick! 2004-01-05 - 8:24 a.m. So I've started a diet in earnest. I've talked about them before, but I was never serious. Now I am. I never really talk about my weight on here, other than saying that I'm fat, because it's something I'm really embarrassed about. Today I went to this Body Mass Index calculator and found out that my BMI is 24.1, which, according to this page, is "in normal range" and at the 54th percentile according to my age and height. My goal is to get down to 150 pounds. Or even better, I'd like to get down to 145, but I don't know how realistic that is. I can't even remember the last time I weighed 150 pounds. Probably like junior high or something. Anyway, it's going to happen. 150 here I come. So I thought I'd make a list of things to do today and then see how many of them I accomplish. Today will be the first day that my parents are back to work so I will have time to myself again. 1. Go to my follow-up optometrist appointment 2. Mail the Babe's present 3. Jog 4. See if I can locate and set up my dad's webcam 5. Study! Hmmm...yes, I think that ought to cover it. ********** I just got back from my optometry appointment. Guess what? My contacts don't fit! Duh! Isn't that what I've been saying since day one? She's ordering me a new pair that are bigger. If she wasn't such a nice person I would have serious problems with this optometrist. Ok, I'm off for a jog now...here's hoping I make it back without keeling over first! ********** Ready for update number three today? I'm back from my jog. Not only that, but I'm not dead. Cool stuff, eh? Ok, so I finished my jog today in 20:30. Afterwards I drove my car around the loop so I could look at the odometer and see how far I went. It was 1.8 miles. Let's do a little math here...that's an average of an 11:23 mile. Hoo-boy do I suck! But at the same time, hey, I did it. The worst part, though, was that a beagle followed me home. Then, it ran around my yard and refused to be caught so I could read its tag. Finally I coaxed it close enough that I could grab its collar. I found out her name is Molly. Molly, unfortunately, had no address, although she did have a phone number. Of course my phone was inside and Molly had really muddy paws, but if I let go of Molly she was very likely to run off. So I carried her inside and grabbed my purse and then carried them both outside. Holding on to Molly's collar with one hand, I fished my phone out of my purse with the other. Of course her owners didn't answer the phone. So I decided I would just take her back up the street and hope for the best--that she would go home by herself or a neighbor would help me out or something. As I was walking up the street, an old man drove down the street in an old car. "She belongs at that house on the corner," he called out to me. I smiled and said, "OK, thanks!" "But her owners aren't home. They haven't been home for a week. Their fence is down. I've had her in my yard all week." "Oh," I said, "Would you like to take her back to your place, then?" "No!" he growled, "I'm sick of her!" and he floored it, wheels screeching down the street. Then Molly ran off the other direction. I wasn't sure what I should do. Chase her down? But then what? What would I do with her once I got her? And she wasn't particularly fond of coming to me when I called anyway. She was out of sight already, so I walked back home. Ergh. I really hope she stays out of the street and I really hope her owners come home and take care of her!
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