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Ode to sleep

I had a very satisfying sleep last night. I still slept on the couch, but I found myself in an almost horizontal position and did not wake up coughing because of it. Very good. It's amazing how much good sleep can lift your mood. I was in an excellent mood for most of the day.

I walked to work today. I was trying to get the blood going and hopefully encourage a good hacking session so that my lungs can get rid of all this congestion. It mostly succeeded. I even worked the back window today and seemingly was not chilled or miserable about it.

A guy at work helped me so much that I barely had to do anything today. I felt almost guilty about it. He was sorta an 'extra' today so he was around helping different people at different times.

Tiffany came back to work. She quit just before I returned from Scotland, and I was very disappointed. She and I work so well together. Ever have someone that you love to work with? That helps the time go faster? They know when you need help, you know when they need help, they know when to have fun, and know when it's time to be serious? That's how Tiff and I work.

Well, I was hanging up my jacket and I turned around, and there she was! I was so happy, and she gave me a big fat hug. I think we hugged each other about five or six times today.

About five minutes after I first saw her, she came to me privately and asked very quietly, "Are you losing weight? I think you've lost weight!" And then I told her, "now I really love you." :) I said yes, in fact, I've lost 30 lbs since July. She was all like, " I can really tell. You look GREAT!"

:)

I really needed that encouragement because of being sick, I've been worried about the way that I was eating having a negative impact on my weight. But so far, no real problem. If there's a flux of any sort, I think it's a result of Aunt Flo.

Which brings me to the only time I wasn't in an 'excellent ' mood, I wouldn't call very bad. Just sorta emotional. Sorta clingy. And that's been the way it is for the past two or three days. While I have my emotional moments, I am not used to being *this* emotional. I'm crying over things and then I feel stupid for crying over them. I'm sure it's hormonal. I don't usually get this way prior to (or during) Aunt Flo's visit. But I think if I could have attatched myself to John's side last night, I would have. Usually, PMS for me involves agitation. The type of agitation where little things just annoy you. Right now, I feel horribly clingy. Gah. Someone please stop me from acting like an irrational, emotional female.

So, feeling emotional, and trying not to feel emotional, I started thinking my happy thoughts. I thought of Paris and that it's been a year now. And that made my eyes tear up too...

I don't dare watch TV for fear that there may be a sappy phone commercial.

This might seem like I'm complaining. I'm not really. I am actually curious if this is a 'real' cycle, If my body is reacting well to the changes that I've made in my lifestyle. My body is acting different. And I believe, different is better.

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