I met friends at the pool at 6 am this morning. Once again, exercise is not the problem. It's the food and always has been. These same friends were with me last night while I ate two bowls of home-made big red ice cream, (my favorite.) I ate the two bowls. They did not. I need to ask them why and how they resisted. Swimming with them was fun. One likes to read. One likes to talk. So I am covered for whatever exercise mood I am in.
Speaking of friends, I want them to sign up as a follower of this blog. One of them sends me text messages when I don't blog. So, if you're reading this sign up. I think it would make me accountable to keeping up with the emotional issues that go along with weight loss.
The weekend of performances went well at the theatre. Audiences were good. I had an awful experience. I will try to explain what my part of the production is. I sit in the booth above the stage. I really thoroughly enjoy this spot. I am part of the show but the audience does not see me, (except in this particular production I run down the steps three times to be Little Red Riding Hood's Granny. The I run back up the stairs while throwing off the wig and shawl to run the computer.) It sounds amateur, I know. The director did me a favor letting me take part, because it IS fun, just a bit nerve-racking. And the other granny was doing a show in the metroplex and could not be in our show till this coming weekend.
Back to the awful experience. It involves my nemesis....the computer. If you have read this blog before, you are aware of the fact that computers are not my favorite thing to deal with. Just revisiting what happened is making me feel sick again. That is why I am writing this event in my blog. I lost my appetite completely. Skipped lunch. Those two things RARELY happen to me. If weight loss is really about emotion as much as anything else I need to examine this further. My emotions made me lose my appetite and my emotions make me eat way toooooo much. Hmmm, there is something needing to be examined.
Getting on....the lights, sound effects and music are all built into hundreds of cues. They are put in the order of how the show happens, of course. And if you mess up in hitting the space bar to fire the cues off then the entire show comes to a screeching halt, or pages and pages of dialogue are missed, or a song stops midway through, or a baby cries when birds are to sing, or the giant speaks when violins are to gently waft in the background, or the stage simply goes black while 130 audience members just sit and wonder what happened.
Now you have the picture of the mistakes that have occured while I am sitting at the computer. It sounds pitiful. Perfectly mirroring the look on the face of the owner of the theatre as he scrambles to repair the damage. Since I'm a volunteer he can't fire me. He could reassign me to simply making popcorn for concessions. He calls it trigger finger. You're so anxious to hit the cue at just the right moment. When he gave me the job it sounded so easy. SO.....
I have three days to recover and try again this weekend.
Sincerely,
I'm Not Oprah
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