Watching: Tried Ripper Street and it was a bit too straightforward for me. Fell in and out of a couple of MST3Ks and Rifftrax episodes which I love but don’t require anything from me beyond that. Have wound up watching Edwardian Country House/Manor House which I watched when it was originally out on PBS and probably have watched again and mentioned here at some point or another.
Doing: Not so very much doing today. I do need to sort out how to get myself exercising – I’m getting to that point in the dieting cycle where there’s been a bit of weight loss. Just enough that I can feel a difference in some places, while not in others. Just enough where I see a trajectory. The way to work on this belly is to get myself moving enough that there’s any hope of it melting a bit. Right now, I don’t have anything happening that is intended for that purpose.
Thinking: We talked three times today. Once whilst laying in my childhood bedroom. Strange how he can say a thing like how he misses me and I can feel it at so many different layers and points of meaning at the same time. He misses me and I miss him and it is a patent fact given our closeness, given everything we’ve shared over the now going on eight months. He misses me and I miss him and neither of us has any real, specific clue as to what exactly we are missing. How can we, living so far apart, a photo here, a video there. He misses me and I don’t know yet about what missing entails, what that longing that comes coupled to knowing. I’ve been through the painful stretching process of missing things that were half-invented anyway. I’m only just learning what is to connect to someone deeply. There are no watermarks, no tracing lines. We just do what we do as we do it. Still, I thought with yesterday…I’m afraid I have to be vague here for my own sense of propriety…that we could just sail along being in that delirium. That particular brand of delirium that I seem to crave of late. And today, there was kindness and sweetness and being called beautiful even without makeup, and I am glad of all of that…but…well, I suppose it would get old in its way if you just…
Still. It is all these things at once.
Eating: the low-carb continues. I thought that there might have been some pizza thrown in my path this weekend, but there was not. So I now have kept going, and I do feel endlessly better when I am eating this way. It’s situated enough now to be able to tell the significant difference in just…brain function. I feel more able to sit down and write a page up, I must say, than I do when I’m swirling through sucrose overdose. I’ve felt alright, and I don’t want to give that up, so the hunt for the next two or three pounds of this weight loss continues.