I am in between the body stages of overweight and proportionally reasonable, ergo I sag.

After starting my walking routine, cutting all the burgers out of my life, and doing enough stomach crunches, squats and leg lifts to make Madonna proud, I’ve trimmed down quite a bit. That is, the fat in my body has trimmed down quite a bit. My skin doesn’t realize it is supposed to shrink as well.

This is the part of my “get healthy” program where I now turn to lifting weights to bulk up muscle mass and cut back on the daily aerobic routines. I am a size 11 now, not nearly as big as a size 12 but not quite tiny enough for most size 10’s. It’s a flabby area, where if I let it all hang down my body actually doesn’t look so bad (though I hate that my flat little ass has crept that much closer to my ankles), but the minute I cinch a pair of pants around my waist I can see the “poofy” parts that will either be filled with muscle in a few months or shorn away with the tummy tuck.

Until then, however, I feel very ashamed of my looks. The thought of undressing for the opposite sex horrifies me. I mean, I look pretty decent with my clothes on, but I look pretty friggin’ dilapidated once they all come off. Guess it’s going to be a lonely grind to muscular. Ah well.

I’m on a plane tomorrow, headed for Vancouver. I can’t wait. Though I’m taking the laptop, I hope not to use it too often. Brian, Cathi and I have a lot planned, and Dustin has graciously offered to pick me up at the airport, sagging bottom and all. I hope to get to spend some quality time with him, too, since I don’t get to Vancouver that often.

When I return I will be right in the thick of several shows in July and August. Thank God for my fabulous partner Rick, who never backs down from helping me with my workload when I am under pressure. I adore him. Plus my girlfriends all think he’s cute =)

Time to pack, finish last-minute paperwork, get my meds in order and rest up for the 5-1/2 flight. Everyone tells me it’s “hot” in Vancouver, what would that possibly mean to a gal from Hawaii? Next week is supposed to be cool…so I’m packing light sweater tops and my credit card (just in case it really is hot there!).

Love each other, take care of each other, and for gosh sakes, take your vitamins!!

Aforementioned good friend from Star Wars Galaxies’ daughter passed away a couple nights ago. I’m very sad.

I start the final weekend working with Stress-a-me Street Live tonight. Sigh. Seeing happy children right now is not quite what I want to do.

Wednesday I leave for Vancouver to hook up with Brian and Cathi, whee! Oh, and Dustin!! Double whee to be meeting my SWG buddy!!

I’ll be home June 6th. Right in time to stress over THE WHO concerts we have scheduled for the first week of August.

Busy week therefore…manicures and pedicures to be gotten, packing to be done, work to be finished and/or pawned off on the staff. Cya when I get back online!

Love each other!

I have too many CDs. I think I own about 500 so far, which isn’t that many when you consider some of my industry pals own several thousand, but I have had trouble keeping track of them. Their insides, rather. I’ve found my missing Marc Anthony CD but now I can’t find the jewel box. Sigh.

I keep promising myself that I will find a catalog program and organize them, find the missing insides and/or outsides, get them organized by genre and/or artist. Have I managed to do this yet? No. LOL!

I have, however, been going through my house and reassessing my other possessions. When it looked like I might be moving it hit me that I have too much stuff. So I’m now getting rid of all that stuff because, frankly, whether I move or not I would like to simplify my life. I hope our local chapter of Cerebral Palsy makes a mint off some of the stuff I’m giving them. But I’m keeping my books!

This also comes on the heels of my finding that one of my good player pals in Star Wars Galaxies is going to be losing his daughter soon. His family has been battling her cancer for two years and they are not on the winning side. His daughter….is three years old. I hug Cyd every chance I get but since last night I’ve been hugging her more. In fact, I think I’ll go hug her now.

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in my life!