1) I have forgotten the status of my wardrobe. I wear pajamas most of the morning, or a t-shirt and boy shorts, which means the only clothes I really end up changing into are work out clothes or a swimsuit. This phenomenon was especially inconvenient today when I needed to get ready for A Very Important Meeting downtown, probably one of the more important ones in my career. The suit I wanted to wear, my stand-by, was nowhere to be found. I made due but still. It's been weeks since I put together an outfit.

2) Hairy legs. I can't muster up the give-a-hoot. And Scott's rule is that as long as I don't cut him or possess enough leg hair to rival his own, he could care less. I am saving loads on razors!

3) I'm tan. Well, tan for me. I spend my lunch hours outside in my backyard, in the sunshine. It's glorious.

4) I ride my bike everywhere. I even went and had a basket put on it. It's as though eliminating my commute completely has caused this radical shift in thinking. If I have to leave my home, by golly, I'm not going unless I can lock up my mode of transport to a parking meter.

5) Bathing. Yeah. Look, it isn't as if I'm not showering. I mean, I am. Just not with any particular regularity. I wish I could find it in me to apologize for this, but there is something rather liberating about not conforming to certain rules of behavior. And when I'm riding around on my bike, with my hairy-ass legs and dirty hair, it kind of reminds me what it was like to be a kid and that feeling, my friends, is better than any loofah and soap.

6) Working out. I'm running about 25 miles a week. I hit the gym twice a week on top of that. And then there is all of that bike riding. And it's not a chore. It's a nice break in my day. I'm completely free to just do it whenever and therefore it has stopped being something I have to do because it's good for me but boy howdy would I rather be drinking/sleeping/fill-in-blank-here. Despite all this effort, an unfortunate accident wherein I forgot, amidst all of my life changes, to refill my birth control pills, has subsequently found my body going through, as my doctor described it, withdrawal. I've gained seven pounds and had clumps of hair fall out as a result. I figure my body will return to normal now that I'm back on the pill and then things will respond as normal. I'm still a running fiend, though.

(Really. When you read this list? It's as though I've become a hippie. I'm a dirty, furry, hippie whose hair is falling out as she rides her bike all over town. I'm kinda gross when you think about it.)

7) Reading. I've read a book a week under this new work schedule.

8) Errands. Aside from some investments I need to decide what to do with, all of the nagging errands that I've had juggle and kick myself for forgetting have been completed with no worries. I even sold Scott's TV on Craigslist, which means that I'm proving myself worthy to be the 1950s housewife I've always wanted to be. Do not even get me started by all the dinners I've had on the table.

9) Snack-time. I used to need to snack in the morning and afternoons like clockwork. Now sometimes I forget to eat breakfast and roll right through to lunch. It's not as though I'm eating less, mind you, just that somehow the hunger has a will of its own and refuses to any longer bend to my will.

10) I kind of love Oprah. Little is better than hearing that guttural yawp as I'm working at my desk. Very. Little.

Posted by Erin at 08:46 PM | filed under: Odds and ends