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Year Three, Day 10: Salt on My Scrambled Eggs

It's Monday. You know what that means...

Monday stats!

 May 22, 2017 Stats
6:00 p.m. Mood: 5
(On a scale of 1-10, 1 being severely depressed, 10 being ecstatic)
 Weight: 188 pounds
Chest:   40"
Waist:    37"
Hips:      43"
Thighs:   22"

Biceps: 13"
Calves:   15"
Ankles:   8"


Compared to last Monday:

May 15, 2017 Stats
1:30 p.m. Mood:  3  
(On a scale of 1-10, 1 being severely depressed, 10 being ecstatic)


Weight: 190 pounds
Chest:   40"
Waist:    37"
Hips:      44"
Thighs:   22"

Biceps: 13"
Calves:   15"
Ankles:   8"


Happy Dance!!

I lost two pounds!

I lost one inch off of my hips!

My mood is great!

I had trouble falling asleep last night. So I did not get up at the crack of dawn and run as planned. 

So when I finally got vertical, about 8:00 a.m., it was too late to go to the track next door. It is adjacent to an elementary school. So the track is off limits to the general public when school is in session.

So I threw on my running gear, grabbed my coffee mug and walked a brisk 3/4 mile to the gas station for my black coffee. But, I did add some running steps: 125 running steps X 2!


On the way back, I walked moderately. Can't really run with a mug of hot, black coffee!

I am going to keep trying to get to bed earlier and rise earlier. I will conquer!

I rode "D's" bus today. We had a lively conversation as usual. I always enjoy talking to him. But not sure if we are "going anywhere", except for...err...the Clackamas Town Center Transit Center.

I keep tell myself, that male companionship is like salt on my scrambled eggs. I can live without it, but a little bit of salt, sure make those eggs more enjoyable!

I can certainly live without, but lately I am a little bit lonely.  A nice male friend, with the possibility of more for a cup of coffee, lunch or a walk would be nice.

But I do not want to force anything. So I will just let D drive me.  In the meantime I loaded the "Plenty of Fish" dating app on my phone.

I talked to a few nice gentlemen last night. But one perked my interest. His family is from Greece.  He told me I was the only woman he had ever seen on POF that had "learning Koine Greek" on her profile.

I am intrigued by him. I guess I need to keep my perspective. I do not need a man as a place holder. I am good alone, with family, friends, students, and God.  

But if there is a mutual fondness, and intrigue, that might lead to mutually enhancement of our lives...well, bring it on!

I am in my library office. It is very warm in here.  They have the doors open to create a breeze.  But I am not complaining.  I have many fond memories of lazy summer days spent inside the library.

But I must end it here. I still have some students to teach.  

I wish you a happy Monday.

Talk to you tomorrow!
 

Love,

Zita 

           

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