Quick One

You know how I was promising a real update soon? Yeah, this isn't it. My life has gone into serious overdrive lately, and I'm smack in the middle of it. During a period of about 3 weeks I have the following on my plate: a 5k, a big fund-raising banquet for our ministry, a conference in PA for which I was leading worship, a stack of 60 entries to judge for a creative writing contest, a 3 1/2 hour set at the Tea Bar, and finally (and this is the kicker) our church's Easter service, which I agreed to coordinate.

Plus, you know, running a household, which we've already established is not my strong point.

The 5k, banquet, and conference are now done. The rest is still going full throttle.

My list is going to have to wait a bit.

BUT...I wanted to post here quickly to say two things:

1. I haven't forgotten about this blog. I started training in a pool this morning, looking ahead to a triathlon, and it's killing me that I can't write about that. And more.
2. If you're in the area and would like to come by and say hi, I'll be playing and singing at the Tea Bar at 1636 Palisade Ave in Fort Lee this Saturday night from 7:30-11. I should be easy to find...I'll be the one at the keyboard, probably with my eyes closed, wailing along to some cheesy song that I adore. (OK, they're not ALL cheesy. Just the best ones.)

More to come later. I swear. :)

Gray Star follow-up

Had a lousy week following that one. The gray star is still on my little folder, but only because they don't take it away if you backtrack past your milestone. I thought very seriously about skipping the meeting, but I decided to show up and face the scale for the following reasons:

1. The Weight Watchers scale is not the boss of me.
2. I tend to run away from things that make me feel guilty or ashamed, and sometimes I never come back. I'm not willing to chance that.
3. I've walked down the path of defining myself by my weight. For a lot of years. There's nothing fun on that road.
4. I know that these things happen, and I fully intended to do better the next week (which: so far, so good). If I didn't weigh in, I wouldn't really know how much better.
5. Did I mention that the scale is not the boss of me?

I went, and as I stepped on the scale I told the sweetly supportive WW lady that it had been a bad week, but I was there to face the music anyway. After looking at the scale and compassionately confirming the badness, she praised my bravery for showing up. "I'm giving you a 'Bravo' star," she said.

My "Bravo" sticker (also a gray star...does Weight Watchers not have a color printer?) feels a little like the adult equivalent of outcome-based education, and it makes me feel a tiny bit like Ralph Wiggum. But I'll take it, darn it.

I'll try to post an actual update soon. There are a lot of little things to add...crafts, a clean closet, a Grudem chapter, and more...but they'll have to wait. Busy, busy Saturday. Hope you're all enjoying it.