Friday, April 27, 2012


Heya gang -- I'm still here, still alive. The weight is holding steady at 138 - 142, depending on day of the month, salt intake, etc. Not all who wander off the blogosphere are lost or diving headfirst into a bag of potato chips.

Well, at least not most days.

My posting has dropped primarily because I've been a bit out of sorts since this reflux issue reared its ugly head. I mean, I'm supposed to be the girl with the cast-iron stomach! I ate public school food throughout my formative years and then for another six years after that when I was teaching. I have taken great pride in the fact that I can eat almost* anything and suffer no repercussions from a digestive standpoint.

Now I've turned 40 (okay, 42) and that's all down the tubes, along with my stupid knee and all the other parts of my body that are hollering, "Yo, Amanda! Aging here! Hah!" And it's annoying as hell. I know I'm aging. I can look in the mirror and see the signs. I don't need my body snickering back to me about it in new and interesting ways. Seriously, I get it. The Mortality Clock, she is ticking. Yippie. So could a girl catch a break on this? Please?

Outside of that delightful area of thought, all is well. The boys survived their FCATs. Choreboy is a marvel (and he brought me flowers!!), the cats haven't killed us, and Teddy remains abominably cute.

Belly dancing is rather fun, and I'm developing a bit of proficiency with some of the moves which is tickling me pink. I spent an hour last Saturday practicing, and I get in a bit of other practice wherever I can fit it in. Yes, still in the bathroom at work, even. I am also now the proud owner of four hip scarves, which jingle rather nicely.

Oh, and I have this shirt:

I figure it'll be inspirational ;)

*That said, I absolutely cannot drink 6 mini-cans of spicy V8 in one sitting. That way lies madness... and a dreadful gut-pain.


Lyn said...

I can SO relate to the reflux thing! This last year it's been killing me that I can't eat whatever I want whenever I want... and I think I've single-handedly kept the ROLAIDS and TUMS companies in business.
And the belly dancing! If you are as uncoordinated as you claim to be, and you can do it, then maybe there IS hope for me. I'm keeping an eye out for an inexpensive class in my area. You're an inspiration, girl!

Amanda said...

Lyn, yeah it sucks -- good grief! I've just finished a two-week course of Prilosec (okay, the Sam's generic version of it) and will be hitting up my doctor if the worst of it returns. Ick.

As for uncoordinated? I trip up the stairs. In fact, one of my my bosses just this past week did that himself and referred to it as "Doing an Amanda." Oh, and I walk into doorways I know darned good and well are there. In volleyball? The ball has this magnetic attraction to my head...

... I could go on, but I think you get the gist. There IS hope for the klutzy!! :)

Sara @ Domestically Challenged said...

Reflux? Yuck! Feel better, and I love the shirt!

Super Earthling said...

My digestion has completely changed with age. I used to eat anything and everything before without incident. My problem isn't reflux but IBS, with visible & very uncomfortable bloating. It means on those days I have to wear fat pants! Argh!!!

I miss all the food and drink I could so easily get away with once upon a time. But I must admit that I'm having a much easier time with weight loss now because it seems I can only eat "healthy" foods and in smaller quantities.

Hope your reflux clears up soon, Amanda!