From Lacoste to London

I skipped the Tuesday Retrospective yesterday for the second time in three weeks. After four months, I'm starting to feel like I'm stretching for a good memory to talk about, one that inspires me to write. And I don't want to feel like I'm forcing myself to write about a particular subject for the sake of a self-imposed weekly blog tradition. Especially not when I have something else on my mind that I want to discuss.

But I love the feature. It's taken me through a lot of good memories and produced some good posts. So I'm not canceling it. But I'm going to scale it back from every Tuesday to just those Tuesdays when I really have something relevant I want to talk about.

In other news, our scale is broken. It's been broken for over a week and because we bought it over a month ago (six months, to be exact), Amazon told us we have to talk directly to the company to get a replacement. Which I did. And I have to ship it back to them (and pay for the shipping myself) and then wait several weeks for a new scale. Which I find infuriating.

And, horribly, it is making me much less motivated about Weight Watchers. Yes, this is supposed to be not just about the number on the scale but also about my health overall. And it is. But still. I like to see the results of my efforts in numerical form on a daily basis. It helps me keep my willpower. Without that confirmation of my success, it's hard to keep from slipping.

Also, I really wanted to closely track my weight loss rate now that I've started on thyroid hormones, and without the scale, I can't. AND because every scale is a little bit different, I won't really be able to know how much weight I've lost overall since I started, either.

By the way, on American Idol last night, Ryan Seacrest was wearing the exact same Lacoste shirt that I got for Torsten for his birthday for half price at Macy's. Is Ryan stylish? Should this be a compliment to my/Torsten's taste? Or is it a problem? I would show you a picture of Ryan in the shirt, but I swear, there is not one to be found. I literally went through all 523 photos in the Atlanta gallery on the American Idol website, and found nothing. NOTHING.

Lastly, I've spent the last two days editing 125 pages of resumes for a proposal. At first, I was tolerant of mistakes. By the end, I was enraged at any and all people who have ever inappropriately availed themselves of the serial semicolon. So, I think I'll use my frustration for good, and at some point in the next few days, post Part 2 of my mini copyediting course. I swear, it won't be angry.

The other good thing about this huge pile of editing? I get to use the extra hours as comp time during our trip to Germany in April. So that helps make me feel less grumpy about going. And also? We've officially booked our tickets, and to make me feel even less grumpy? We're spending three days in London before we go to Germany. And it's actually saving us money to do so. The flight to London was cheaper than flying directly to Germany, and we don't have to pay for a hotel because Torsten's best friend lives there. Which is the real reason we're going.

I haven't been to London since I was eleven years old. I am SO. EXCITED.