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[ShadowSilk]

Do you think maybe he's not seeing his FB messages?  Sometimes if someone who's not a friend with me messages me, it goes into the dastardly "other" folder where it is never noticed or seen again.  Is there an email option?  I'd do that just to make sure it's received to let him know you're concerned and if he still continues to ignore it, it sucks, but c'est la vie. I guess people have their reasons for acting the way they do - whether they're valid reasons or just dumb junk is another story, but still...

 

I'm sorry jerkbrain is being a jerk.  Processing things sucks, especially when there's so much questionable grey area you don't know about, and double especially when someone else is involved, because it's not really up to you and your own actions (which may make it easier) but you're adding someone else's thoughts/feelings/reactions/response into the mix which is a whole other sack of potatoes on your shoulders.

 

Bleh.  Today is gonna be fine.  Tomorrow, double fine!

 

I paid the dollar or whatever for FB to make sure it gets in his regular folder.  And I sent him a real MAILED letter last July/August whatever, and I just sent him a birthday card with my email addys in it last week.

I don't think he's seeing things for another reason.  And it has to do with who gets the mail/has access to his FB.  He's never been a real big games guy, and all of a sudden he started playing some of the Facebook games, coincidentally the same ones that his new bride plays and posts publicly. 

 

It's just weird because we were on fantastic terms, we were talking on the phone and stuff even back in spring of 2013, and then I went through my springtime depressive cycle and trashed my FB for a while, and when I came back, he wasn't on my FL anymore. 

 

It's all good -- like I said, I want him to be happy, that is my main ambition.  I've been carrying a huge bag of guilt for the last twenty years over what I did to the poor man, even though I have apologized in person and in writing a dozen times and he has said he has forgiven me at least that many times.  If he's found happiness with her, and I'm wrong about her posture/body language/eyes in the three pictures I've seen, that would be fantastic.

 

That doesn't mean that I haven't listened to Lee Ann Womack's "I'll Think Of A Reason Later" four times today.  But that's on me.  That's jerkbrain reacting weirdly.

 

*We won't mention how many times I've listened to The Brothers Comatose's version of "Dead Flowers" this weekend.

[ShadowSilk]

Okay, shooting my scale.  It's still saying 227.  Dammit.

 

Well, it'll be okay.  My black jeans aren't leaving a really deep indentation in my waist anymore. 

 

It's all good.

 

Calories are good for today, water bottle drank.  I even did something weird -- my back steps are kind of steep, so I did ten double steps for each leg. 

[shaar]

There's some kind of quote about holding a bird in your hand, and if you hold it too tight it'll be crushed or something and of no use to anyone... or something.  (Wow.  Such semantics, much WTF.)  I think this is one of those instances of accepting that it's up to him if he wants to respond, and just letting the un-crushed bird go... yeah, it's hard.  And not the outcome you want.  But, life.

 

(I am clearly very profound after a workout and cup of coffee.)

 

Clothes fitting better is the ultimate sign of fitness doing its job.  Screw you, scale!

[ShadowSilk]

There's some kind of quote about holding a bird in your hand, and if you hold it too tight it'll be crushed or something and of no use to anyone... or something.  (Wow.  Such semantics, much WTF.)  I think this is one of those instances of accepting that it's up to him if he wants to respond, and just letting the un-crushed bird go... yeah, it's hard.  And not the outcome you want.  But, life.

 

(I am clearly very profound after a workout and cup of coffee.)

 

Clothes fitting better is the ultimate sign of fitness doing its job.  Screw you, scale!

 

Oh, I know, love.  I've decided that a Christmas card addressed to them as a couple and birthday card each year isn't inappropriate though, and I'm sticking to that -- I haven't sent a message or a new friend request in over a month.  I just needed to vent about it all, and really like I said, the main thing that bothers me is my own reaction to the situation.

 

ALL THE PROFUNDITY.

 

Oh, the wondrousness is that my other pairs of jeans fall off my ass now.  Not even kidding, kind of wish I were because I only had three pairs of jeans.  SHOPPING TIME YES.

[ShadowSilk]

*glares at the scale*

 

Had my cottage cheese, drinking my coffee

 

Planning to do the Neila Rey SuperMom workout today  ACHIEVED

 

I'm pretty good today so far. 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F895TvXTK3w

 

1st bottle of water achieved.

Calories planned for the day.

Had to play with it a little, but I got it done.

[Coriande]

Just read back through the last couple pages - you are KILLING it, hon!

 

Your consistency and persistence is inspiring to me.

[ShadowSilk]

Oh, dolly, you are, too! 

 

I get frustrated so often -- like this week with the scale going all the way to 217 and then bouncing back up to 227.  NO IDEA WHAT IS UP WITH THAT.

 

But then I look at the progress that I have definitely made, and I feel a little better.  And I have you and Shaar cheering for me, and that means the world to me.

[ShadowSilk]

The writing has stalled like a BITCH.  I'm only a page or two away from Tokyo, what the HELL?

 

The scale has been stuck at 226.8 the last three days.  That's annoying, too.

 

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

 

Cottage cheese unlocked.

[shaar]

 

I.  Just.  LOVE.  Cottage cheese.  I'm sure I've told you before.  I have it every day for a snack too and it's just joyous.

[ShadowSilk]

I'm going over my calories today, and I'm doing it mindfully and with malice aforethought.  So long as I'm careful the rest of the week, I'll still do okay.  I decided this afternoon though that if I kept holding off on the bread cravings I had, I'd lose control eventually.  So I had toast with cottage cheese.

 

AND IT WAS GOOD.

[Coriande]

Is cottage-cheese a low fat food? I used to eat it when I was a little kid with pineapple. Maybe I should pick some up the next time I go shopping.

[ShadowSilk]

Is cottage-cheese a low fat food? I used to eat it when I was a little kid with pineapple. Maybe I should pick some up the next time I go shopping.

 

I get the 2% kind, so kind of.  the full fat is the 4%.

[ShadowSilk]

So yesterday about 2:00 I started getting the most godawful cravings for Oreos, you guys.  I mean the most godawful.  And worse, it was the secret eating kind.  "Nobody will know if you have Oreos, you don't have to post it, it will be okay to treat yourself just once.  You've done so well, you should just have a little, it won't hurt."

 

But I can't eat just a couple of Oreos.  CANNOT DO IT.

 

So I decided I would have buttered toast with cottage cheese on top instead.  Yes, it was bread, and yes, it wasn't on my plan for the day, and yes, it messed up my calories by 200 calories, BUT I DID NOT HAVE OREOS.

 

I got ten pages yesterday, though I'm looking hard at the Vampyr/Vampyr sex scene I did and considering rewriting it.

 

AND WE ARE IN TOKYO THANK CHRIST.

 

FitMom workout achieved!  That's an A for workouts this week.

 

Breakfast: four eggs scrambled in butter w/ 3 oz baked ham.  Over half my calories for today when you add in my coffee & half and half.  Gonna have to watch it later, but it's not that big a deal -- just have less for dinner as I will most likely be eating the same thing, as I am reheating the chicken spaghetti for everyone else.

[shaar]

Oreos.  I don't usually splurge on cookies but OREOS.  Not even those fakey double stuf ones, it has to be the original, Oreo. Many of them.

 

,,,,,,,

 

YES ON WORKOUT A!!!!!  A is best letter!

[ShadowSilk]

YEEEES.  I don't like Double Stuf either.  I don't need flavors, I don't need funky colors, I don't want them backwards.  Oreos.   And I swear to God if I had bought a package I would have scarfed the whole thing. 

 

So toast was the better choice.

 

I'm happy with the A too.

[ShadowSilk]

I'm almost definitely going to go over calories today.  It's Steak and...well.  And I'm going to Costco this afternoon to pick up some really good steaks.

 

SO PISSED AT MY SCALE.

 

Am I plateauing?

 

*sigh*

 

WE'RE IN TOKYO AND RAVEN HAS SAMURAI SWORDS YAY

[ShadowSilk]

LEVEL ONE:  ACTIVATED

 

Yes, my darlings, I have made it through three weeks of my first challenge, so I am officially at Level One!  SO PROUD OF MYSELF I CAN'T EVEN.

Siggie has been updated to reflect it.

 

Today it's back on the wagon. 

 

The writing....

 

I'm starting to doubt my own wisdom on going to Nippon -- it's exciting and interesting but at the same time, over the top much?  Probably.

I'm going to finish it, but I'm not sure it'll stick through the third draft, or at least, it might not stick to the point I have it now.

[shaar]

YES LEVEL ONE!!!!!

 

 

I'm so proud of your persistence and determination!  ROCK ON WITH YO' BAD SELF!!!!!

[ShadowSilk]

Excerpt time.  LEGAL ASS COVERING:  BloodWorld and all characters, et cetera, all postings, are the intellectual property of Sherri Compton-Myers, 2015.

 

                Still half drowsy, she stumbled stepping off the elevator.  That saved her life and his, as he bent over her.  Bullets roared down the hallway at the elevator, splintering the paneling inside it, ricocheting off the walls, and he fell over her, covering her body with his own to shield her from harm.  He could survive a couple of bullets, so long as they didn't hit any vital organs.  She might well not.  He could feel her moving underneath him as the spray continued for what seemed like forever, but was less than a minute in reality.

               

              "Play dead," he whispered in her ear.  He didn't think he'd been hit, though he wasn't sure, with the adrenaline coursing through him.  He waited for footsteps to either come close or run off.  Slowly, the footsteps approached.  Two sets.  He heard them whispering to one another, wondering if they should put a bullet in his brain to finish him off.  He heard a clip slide from a gun, hit the carpet, heard a replacement being slapped into place.  He could smell them now, sweat and fear, aggression and anger.  Another three steps.  He kipped up, drawing his tanto as he did so, and kicked the gun from one's hand, turning to the other to strike too late.  Emily had her spray in her hand, and the Shifter screamed as the silver mist hit him dead in the eyes.  She brought it to bear at the other, her teeth bared in a rictus grin, and pulled the trigger again, the silver compound burning the man across the throat as his partner fell, screaming, clawing at his eyes with half-changed clawed fingers, blood and gelatinous matter dripping to the carpeted floor. 

               

              Raven followed the mist's trail across the Shifter's neck with his tanto, the flesh slicing open easily, arterial spray showering him with the Shifter's blood as he fell, clutching his throat, to his knees beside his partner.  "Jesus fuck," he heard Emily whisper, and he grabbed her hand, pulling her back inside the elevator and punching the lobby button hard enough the plastic cracked.  He didn't dare take her back to their rooms now.  She reached for him, and he drew her to his chest with one arm, allowing her to shelter there for a moment, his other hand still holding the naked blade.

               

              "You did the right thing," he said, his voice loud in the elevator.  "You did the right thing, the only thing you could do.  Well done."

               

              She laughed, shakily.  "Eyes, throat, and balls," she said, lifting her head a fraction to look into his eyes.  "That's what you learn from working folks.  Eyes, throat, and balls."

               

               "And they were right, Emily.  For someone untrained, you did very, very well.  I'm proud of you.  Hold on just a few minutes more, my dear, just a few, please, and then you can cry all you like, but right now --"

               

               "Yeah," she said, nodding and letting go of him.  "Look away a second."  He did, staring at the elevator doors as if his gaze could burn a hole through them.  "Okay," she said, "okay.  I'm okay.  Don't leave me though, okay?  Please.  Don't leave me."

               

              "I won't," he promised as the doors opened, entwining his fingers with hers and lifting her hand to his mouth.  "I won't."  They were a sight stepping out to meet the security guards, his protective nature still roaring in his blood as they advanced.  It was harder than he had thought it would be to let go of Emily's hand for the few seconds it took to shrug his jacket off, wipe the blade clean, and slide it neatly back into the sheath at his back.  One guard dared to step closer to Emily than necessary, and Raven snarled as he stepped between them.  "Where were you five minutes ago?" He shouted. 

              

              They were escorted to a warren of offices.  The guards began to try to separate them, to put Emily in one office and Raven in the other, but he set his feet and refused to move, shoving off four Shifter guards before they let them be.  In the end, it took only reviewing the security disc to prove that they had only been defending themselves.  He pressed Emily's face to his shoulder as the blinded Shifter pulled out what was left of his eyes, his screaming soundless on the video feed, then drew his gun and shot himself through the empty socket, falling dead to the floor.  They watched the earlier video feed of the two Shifters breaking through the door to their room, entering it, staying in for five minutes, then leaving apparently empty handed.

            

              The day manager cringed at the murderous look on Raven's face as he held Emily close.  "I want a different room," Raven said in a crisp, cold tone, "on a different floor.  I want security on that floor.  I am going to get what I want, and you are all going to be severely reprimanded when the Ladies Mokita and Lord Mokita hear of this outrageous breach of security."  He thought the manager might have a stroke at that. 

          

              Less than ten minutes later, they were escorted to their suite by the manager and half a dozen different Shifter security guards than had met them in the lobby, three of them women, to aid Emily.  Coming into their suite, he noted that while their clothes seemed to have been thrown everywhere, the mattresses on the king size beds remained intact and in place, and he breathed a touch easier.  He crammed his clothing back into his suitcase, his toiletries into their case, then shoved the mattress off himself to reveal his daisho.  He had no obi with him, no kimono, so he made do, sliding his wakizashi through his belt, strapping his katana to his back with the silk wrapping the twins had brought the night before.  His gaze dared the guards to say anything, but instead they bowed deep, one taking his suitcase for him so both his hands could stay free, one for Emily and one to guard. 

        

              The look on her face when she saw him with his daisho was priceless above all things.  He wished he had a camera.  "That's how you knew," she said as she approached him, and he nodded. 

      

             "Not in name; a gaijin cannot be samurai in name.  But I was granted the honor to bear daisho of Daimyo Mokita by order of Emperor Ninko and Shogun Yoshinobu, in the year 1854."  The day manager was on the verge of apoplexy now.  If he bowed any deeper Raven was sure he'd fall over.  He scuttled forward to lead them to their new accommodations.

[ShadowSilk]

All rightie then.  Let's kick the second half of this challenge in the face.

 

I've only got about another ten pages or so to beat the 50 pages part.

 

I'm actually going to attempt the GI Jane DareBee (They changed the Neila Rey name?) workout today.

  DONE + walked a mile and a half

 

Calories today are good so far --

 

Coffee w/ half & half and 1 cup 2% cottage cheese.

Lunch: 2.2 cups of cottage cheese.

Dinner:  Most likely three/four scrambled eggs, maybe a can of tuna.  Idk.

Water achieved, on second bottle.

[ShadowSilk]

Cottage cheese

Coffee w/cream

 

The scale finally moved yesterday morning and this morning.  Waiting for a three day average, but so far down to 225 on a two day average.

[shaar]

Come on scale, come on, give us a break, right?

 

 

You got this.

[Coriande]

Agreed. Scale is just being spiteful, hang in there.

 

Shaar, how do you make your gifs move? Yer a wizard, Harry!

[ShadowSilk]

OHMIGOD INORITE

 

Guys, the impossible has happened.  I was sucked into Reddit of all places.

I've been up all night and half the time I was shaking my head saying out loud, "This can't be true."

 

Yesterday was good, A.

 

Today?

It's not looking good, grasshoppers.

[shaar]

Agreed. Scale is just being spiteful, hang in there.

 

Shaar, how do you make your gifs move? Yer a wizard, Harry!

 

 

Lots of gifs are already animated!  You can just google "sailor moon animated gif" or something and you'll get results. :

 

 

 

AAAHHH REDDIT, RUN~~