Why is it that, when I’m tired, I eat like crazy, as if the additional food will give me more energy when, in fact, it just weighs me down (in more ways than one). Makes sense that step 1 in any health plan — and I always make this step 1, even though I seldom get to step 2 — should be to make sure you get enough sleep.
Anyway, we made it back from BlogHer, where I met a whole bunch of amazing women. Links to follow, when I’m not so tired, and when I’m not supposed to be working 
Being around BlogHer, I’ve been connecting with folks I (a) have only met through their blogs or (b) haven’t seen in a long time or (c) am meeting for the first time, and I look forward to reading their blogs. It’s been utterly fantastic, and it’s reminded me of something I’ve been seriously missing in my life lately — female friends!
I recently got a visit from a friend who, at one point in our twenties, I spoke with every day and saw several times a week, at least. Later, even though we moved to separate cities, we still talked at least once a week, maybe for hours. That basically ended, slowly, when I started getting serious with the Scottish hearthrob who became my husband. And then my world shrunk even more when I moved across the country, away from friends it had taken me 5 years or so to develop relationships with. At the time, I was pregnant, so a tried-and-true relationship-building technique — “hey, let’s go out for a drink after work” — was sort of out of the question. Then, I had a newborn baby, and now I have a 2-year-old I’m basically raising on my own. Meanwhile, we are planning to move across the country, so it seems pointless to forge relationships with people I’ll soon end up leaving.
All this to say, my situation hasn’t been conducive to meeting people and building relationships, but… I need them. Desperately. Especially at the moment, where my best friend (my husband), isn’t so especially available. What am I going to do about it? Blog more, probably, and be more involved in the blogosphere. Reach out more to my local friends — yes, I do have some, despite the obstacles. How exciting. And how wonderful to be here and now, with all of these great potential blog friends.
As BlogHer approaches, I’m getting more and more excited, especially as I see a decent number of “fatbloggers”
Speaking of weight, I’m done with Harry Potter, so I won’t be hauling around the extra 9 pounds are so that the Deathly Hallows represents. Not that I would have much time to read, anyway, given that my time on the plane will be taken up by talking in funny voices for the sheep puppet (who loves nibbling on the boy’s neck and making him giggle), in a bid to avoid getting yanked off the plane for his saying “bye bye” one too many times. Between the sheep puppet, the video ipod and the fancy schmancy seat restraint system, I am set for a 4 hour flight. (fingers crossed)
Neat. I just found out that DietGirl is going to BlogHer, and… so am I. We have a bit in common, including being “foreigners” married to Scotsmen. Additionally, we will eventually have weight loss in common — I’m working on that, very very slowly. So I’m hoping to meet up for a little camaraderie and inspiration 
Meanwhile, I’m gearing up for the 4 hour plane ride with the boy. We’ll be meeting hubby in Chicago, where he’ll take over parenting duties (leaving me to bloggy goodness) as soon as he arrives. *Whew* Sad that I have to be working (this is a work-related trip for me) to get some relief.
Anyhoo… back to reading Harry Potter.
Just when I think it couldn’t get any more fun, I scratched one of our executives’ cars when moving it in the parking lot yesterday (he was blocking me in because our cheapo company doesn’t have enough parking spaces). And… my son headbutted me in the nose this morning, which resulted in a bloody streaming mess and tears all ’round… so much excitement before 7 a.m.!
but I can’t because he doesn’t live here and he barely talks to me on the phone anymore, in part because he spent the entire day Sunday asleep and/or nursing a gynormous hangover.
I’ve been off for the last week, and when I say “off,” I mean off work and off any semblance of a diet. The emotional upheaval of ending my time with the visitors (including my hubby) has kept me from jumping back onto the bandwagon immediately, but later today or tomorrow I should be back on course. I am ready.
The good thing, I think, about the time off is that I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about myself, and my body, and about food, and — no surprise here — I’m not happy. I don’t feel like myself lately, in so many ways, and I need to start honoring who I am. It’s coming, that’s for sure. It’s just there are tons of little hurdles along the way.