Good band, sad timing

Spent Friday night with Dave seeing a local band, sorta. I'm glad i finally got to see them live but wish I hadn't waited so long. What a rockin' melancholy time.... it was also the year-anniversary of my father's death.

Sort of like the band's latest album name, "sad and strange but true," this past year was summed up pretty well. The only one who even acknowledged what day it was -- Karen -- and it was nice to hear that from her. I should have called my little brother and the day kind of slipped away from me. I did send him an e-mail... it was just easier that way.

I really didn't expect the one person who I thought would call to really even call. It seems as if these days -- less is better spoken between us.

Forgetting things so easily these days

At least once a week now, I keep forgetting my work ID either at home or at work. And then tonight, I spent an half hour trying to figure out my display name to log onto this account -- sheesh!

Maybe it is the old age thing: my eye doc telling me I will need bifocals soon (I'm only 29!), the more gray hairs that keep appearing in my dark hair (arrghhh, what was fun to dye your hair as a teen is now a chore and I finally came to grips with my hair color in the last couple years -- dark brown with a touch of red and it gets brassy in the summer), and the whole I eat healthy but can't lose weight thing.

And the weight thing has really annoyed me in the last few months. I have all of these great clothes I bought in the last couple years that are now too snug. I even took the initiative and signed up for work's weight watchers program, only to have it look like it may be canceled (not enough people).

So I was surfing tivo tonight and was catching up on some old Oprah's and stumbled on the weight issue with Bob Greene. I've always admired Oprah's plan in changing her life (and like her I've rode the ups and downs of emotional eating for the last 10 years). So I pluncked down my credit card and signed up for three months of Greene's weight loss program -- the best life. Even for a pseudo-veggie like me, I get tailored menus and they are all stuff that I like and eat regularly.

Now, it is time to hire a motivator to get my ass out of bed -- these crazy hours i work are not helping things and I need to get more on a schedule of the same hours for at least half the week (pushing for an earlier Thursday). That way i can eat before 9:30 and maybe get some exercise in at night or try to get up early (snicker, snicker -- I always have the best of intentions)

So here's to not forgetting and at least trying to learn from my past mistakes.

Where I begin....

I have another started blog on my .mac account but I just feel that this one may have more potential. I will eventually link the two, but after watching an episode of Oprah today -- I finally felt like I should record my thoughts.

The title for this blog actually comes from one of my mother's favorite sayings, "We're on Liz time," meaning expect to be 10-15 minutes behind wherever we go. But we do eventually get there -- and it is always something to talk about.

For this, I am grateful to have these experiences, to write about them and to share them with others.