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Next Heather Shaw So, yeah, physically I really can't bitch too much these
days, which is a nice change from days of yore. But, really, that's not
everything. Actually, except for a crying jag from loneliness (my
housemate is stuck back East), I've been doing pretty well the past couple
of days. I've made my TO DO lists and have actually succeeded in working
my way down them some ways. Last night I even scoured my kitchen so it's
cleaner than it has been in years. And I cooked for myself (that lentil
soup mix you gave me for Xmas, Mom, was tasty!). David came over later
and we played my new game called "Merchant of Venus" which I won (mostly
due to luck and the fact that David has not mastered this game yet), and
we had a very enjoyable time. That's good - David is the one person who
can turn me upside-down with an unthinking phrase. It's not all his
fault, of course - we both have trigger words and knee-jerk reactions to
each other that can start us down the spiral, although we're both getting
slowly better at avoiding such situations. Anyway, I'm thinking part of
this is due to a new vitamin supplement I've been taking. I already
took every night before bed: Ah, so this journal entry
turned out to be a ramble on my health - both physical and mental. And it
seems like I'm scoring a lot higher on both counts. :-) Tonight, instead
of going out (which is hardly an option since I a) am so broke I can't
afford a single beer, let alone champagne and b) have not been invited to
any parties) I am going to sit at home and make a list of New Year's
resolutions. Perhaps I'll post them here, but I might not. But I have
more hope for my resolutions this year than any year previous, mainly
because of all the good, basic things (above) that I have to build
on. All I really need, I think, is a good wallop of self-motivation, and
I will really start turning out greatness. I will. Anyway, I have
convinced myself I will enjoy tonight more if I stay at home and drink
my own cheap champagne (part of the grocery bill and it cost as much
as a single glass at a bar would) and work on my writing. I really
appreciate all of you reading this journal through my ups and downs. Your
emails in times of trouble have helped so much. (Thanks for the holiday
cards, too! Bg sent me a exquisitely painted hand-made card (with a very
good ballet poem by his daughter) and Sherman sent a lovely holiday card
with probably the sweetest note all season written inside. I was
skipping after pulling these two out of my PO box yesterday - thank
you.) Have a safe, happy, and joyous New Year, friends.
The Forever War by Joe Haldeman
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Watcher's Guide by Christopher
Golden and Nancy Holder
The Writer - Janurary 2001 (magazine)
Read over Xmas break:
To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis
Beloved by Toni Morrison
Still reading, off and on:
Woman: An Intimate
Geography by Natalie Angier
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Sunday December 31st-
New Hope for a New Year
My new PO Box is:
P.O. Box
13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222
I honestly don't know what to talk about, mainly because I have so much I
want to say. I'm so happy to be here in the Bay Area where it's warm and
I can go hiking without so much as a jacket (although I keep layering up
and end up too hot). My health is surprisingly good (knock on wood),
probably because of my diligence with the vitamins, hand-washing and
reasonably nutritious eating; I have a feeling the consistent exercise of
the past 7 months is finally strengthening my consititution, as I have
successfully fought off several sinus/ear infections (my latest
bug-a-boo) in the past two months. I didn't lose my steady 2 pounds this
month, but considering I was in the fatty Midwest for almost two weeks
(did you know Indiana is the "fattest" state?) eating more fried food than
I thought my stomach could handle, I'm going to just be happy I didn't put
on 5 instead.
but recently
I've added an Omega-3 fatty acid tablet. My mother, the eternal
librarian, sent me an article about how recent research (it's always all
about the recent research) has shown that we (as Americans, as
Westerners) don't get enough Omega-3 fatty acids - that we have replaced
this with Omega-6's, which aren't nearly as good. Omega-3's are from
fish, and the Omega-6's are from other animal fats. Since I'd
noticed what a happy rush I get after sushi, I decided to buy some gel
capsules and give them a try. And, while I still have my ups and downs,
I'm finding it increasingly more difficult to wallow in the downs like I
used to. In fact, I can catch myself more easily when I start to react to
something bad, check that knee-jerk emotion from running away with my
senses, and react more rationally. And it doesn't feel like I'm drugged
(which the Prozac did several years ago) - it just feels like I'm more
balanced. And that's a great way to feel.Exercise log:
Lifted weights yesterday: legs - oof! Some of you may have noticed that
I've been skipping legs for about 2 months now - mainly because it's the
hardest thing I do - and I sure do feel it today! I also did a bunch of
situps and walked to a bookstore, even though I have no money.
Writing log:
An article
on Octavia Butler
over at Strange
Horizons
I'm currently
reading:
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