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Year Two,Day 171: Anything but Normal

Last night my daughter fixed my hair in a bun.  I like that looks of it from the rear view. But not so sure about my face with a bun.  I'm having a hard time looking like an adult. I like my hair long and flowing.  Adjusting to mid life is a constant battle for me!

But battle I continue to do.

I had a really good sweaty workout this morning and then returned home to a nice bowl of vegetable soup. I packed a hard boiled egg, a dill pickle and some gluten free crackers to snack on in between students.

I have a friend. I'll call him "C". He saw one of my dating ads. He knew me from back in the day. He is a competitive body builder. He is on my Theory of 9 list.  Just a nice guy to talk to when I am lonely. We just text. I explained to him my feelings about sexting. How I just don't go there.

So he is one of my "pocket fellows". I can just pull my phone out of my pocket when I need a friend. He usually always responds. Pleasantly. :)

We were talking about weight training and my continued battle of the bulge. He told me that diet is 90% of the equation. Interesting. He trains like a beast.  Yet he still watches his diet. Especially pre competition.

So I am once again going to the next level. Portion control. Whole foods. Lots of water.

I know I sound like a broken record.

But I am determined to overcome!

I am looking for a part time job for my upcoming slow time over the holidays.  I am thinking Monday through Friday, 8 a.m. to noon.  So that means I will have to rise super early to get my workout in. 

It's a good thing. Money means more freedom. And working more means less time to worry.

I put up another ad on the dating app. My Theory of Nine has dwindled significantly. I paused over the body type description:  Slim, Athletic, Average, A Few Extra Pounds, or Big and Beautiful?

I am determined to be authentic. So I chose "A Few Extra Pounds".  But I am looking forward to the day when I can chose "Atheletic"!  (I would settle for "Normal").

I can't believe I just typed that. I have always prided myself on being anything but normal!

Life is strange. And so am I...And proud of it!

On that note, Happy Thursday! :) 


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