Miscellaneous Monday (A day late and a dollar short)

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

And the silence rings out like thunder

The house is empty today. I mean really empty. The Smart Man went into the office today. Our Hot Daughter moved out last week while I was in Virginia. And we lost our beloved Boogie the Giant Schnauzer last year.

So today I'm alone in the house, at least until the cleaning service comes, and I'm not sure I'm digging this turn of events.

Getting ready for the end game

Now that we're bereft of kids and pets, we're giving serious thought to what we need to do in order to retire. I have less than 20 years of work left before I hit "traditional" retirement age, and while we've been contributing to our 401Ks since entering the civilian work force, there are other things we need to do so that we can enjoy the life we want when the time comes. Most of those things are related to living arrangements and health care, of course.

The Big Yellow House is not conducive to retirement living (three stories, no bedroom on the main floor), so we always thought that we'd sell it and downsize as soon as the kids were off the payroll. But now we're thinking it might be smarter to stay here for another ten years or so, just because we're finally starting to make some headway on the principal. Which means, of course, that we're going to need to execute on some long-delayed home improvement projects.

And then there's healthcare. The Smart Man is six years younger than me, and so won't be eligible for Medicare when I'm ready to stop working, and we do not yet have a plan for this gap. We have time to work it out, of course, but these are the things that are keeping me up at night now that it's just the two of us (and a hypothetical future dog).

OCD! OCD! OCD for you and me!

Rabbit food

I've been trying to come up with a plan to continue my weight loss goals while still fulfilling my travel obligations to the Military Industrial Complex. I thought I had it worked out last week when I spent 11 days on the East coast, but when I got home, my two week weight loss total was only 1.4 lbs. This was disappointing.

So I see myself with two choices: Bring my own food in my suitcase, thereby ensuring I have an accurate calorie count on what I eat, or stick to salads when I eat out (with dressing on the side). Or a combination of the two. I suspect I'll be trying the combination approach when I'm back in Virginia next week and I'll just see how that works.

Oh, and my plantar fasciitis is back, probably from running. Stupid plantar fasciitis. Like a book that you just can't seem to finish, I feel like this weight loss endeavor is going to go on FOREVER.

3 comments:

mom in northern said...

Yep...stupid..the need for food.

Anne C. said...

Just think of it this way, Janiece. Losing weight slowly is the best way to ensure it stays off, 'cause of all those good habits you've developed! :)

Carol Elaine said...

Plantar fasciitis is such a prima donna little bitch. "Ooh, I don't care if you bought good shoes if it means you're not going to pay attention to me all the time! Pay attention to me, damn it!"

Plantar fasciitis can go fuck itself.