Ooo hon. I hope your new house is all exciting for you guys. I remember wandering into this place the first day, surprised and thrilled that it was mine, and wanting to do a million big projects. I think you will very much like living in town. I really enjoy that the show parades by my front door. I am a big fan of mildly surreal interactions and being in town definitely helps for that.
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I wish I had interesting things to tell you, but honestly, all I think about is food. Doing this much powerlifting is definitely in charge of my appetite. I'm so hungry and want protein so much. One week I skipped the protein drink in the morning for two days and I was ravenous. I could not eat enough food. There wasn't that much food in the world. I'd finish eating something and start prepping the next dish. I finally realized and drank my shot of protein. Like magic I was back to normal, happy with three large meals and two snacks. I am starting to choose glasses of milk, which isn't my normal taste. I have dropped another clothing size, look noticeably more compact, but my weight is rock steady and has been for three months. Not a pound up or down. I'd actually like to lose six pounds to be at the top of the next weight class down, but I cannot imagine eating less.
Keeping cooked beans and grains in the fridge is still working pretty well. I need to make smaller batches of each though. I'm getting bored by the end. What I've noticed recently is how much I want sharp flavors. Pickles, olives, cranberries, feta, salsa. Anything sharp and strong. I usually like that stuff fine, but I've been especially craving them for a few weeks.
This, hon, is my state of mind, and not a very interesting one. Chris is back from his trip east and lives with me one more week before he moves into his own house. Anand has a new ladyfriend. I was making eyes with an inappropriately young weightlifter at the gym (not my lifting partner), but that seems to have mellowed. My garden is dormant. We lost two chicks, but the rest are fine and starting to look adult. I'm worried about the drought for next year. I didn't especially love listening to Twelfth Night --too much sitcom humor at someone's expense. That's all I got. Perhaps you will have interesting stories to tell, of treasure trunks in a secret room in your attic, or scandalous neighbors, or picking which bar to frequent. I'll be waiting to hear, and eating.