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The 20 Mark

I weighed myself this morning for the first time in about a month, and I've lost 6 lbs since I last checked. Which means I've lost a grand total of a little over 20 lbs since January. It's pretty amazing, really. I mean, I had to gain the weight in the first place, which is what's so incredible to me now. I was 20 lbs heavier than I am now. How did I not notice? I mean, I did notice, but I thought I could hide it, I didn't think it was that bad. I had trouble bending over and putting on my shoes. I couldn't cross my legs. All of my clothing was tight. I was uncomfortable. I couldn't move my body the way I remembered being able to move it. I was miserable.

Now I can move my body like I used to. I have more energy. All of my old clothes are huge on me. I can look at myself in the mirror. Period. And now I almost like what I see. I have about 5 more pounds to go, but when I get there, I think I'll be very happy with what I have. I'm not going to get down to how much I weighed in high school because I was a skinny teenager, and I'm a woman now. I don't know that being 125 lbs would be healthy for me. I remember when I first hit the 130 mark. I wanted to die. (Teenagers are so stupid. They know so little. And even though I knew that at the time, I couldn't help but fall into the same trap as every other teenager in the history of the world.) I felt so gross and huge. It's funny to think about now because I'm 9.4 lbs larger than that now. And I love my body. I feel great. I look good in stuff again, and I'm more confident. I actually think that having been up to 160+ lbs was good for me because it taught me to enjoy what I now have. I'm not fat at all. And I couldn't see that until I had something to compare it to.

I was going to go to Osaka today to buy some pants, but I chickened out like I always do. I hate going out. Why go out when I could sit here on my ass and do nothing? I'm going to hate myself for this in a year when I can't just hop over to Osaka. Instead, I decided to use that Veet bladeless razor kit I bought when I was in the States. Seemed like it might work better than Nair ever did. And I think it would have, except that I was starting to scrape the gel off one leg when the phone rang. I let it go for a while, but then I wondered if it was a long-distance call, in which case I should probably answer it. So I did.

Stupid me.

Turned out to be Eaccess, the company who's going through JensNet who's going through NTT to possibly give me ADSL. The lady on the other end asked if now was a good time, and I could feel the gel starting to burn my legs. I told her that now was, in fact, not such a good time. I think we ended up talking for about 5 minutes or so, which is pretty bad, since the max time you can leave the gel on is 8 minutes. And I had already had it on for 4 minutes when the phone rang. So my legs are on fire and I'm trying to get some sense out of the women on the other end of the line who keeps speaking so quietly I can't hear her. Finally, I can't take it anymore and I explain that I'm a foreigner and my Japanese isn't very good. To which she responds, "Is there anyone else there who could possibly speak with me?" To which I responded, "No, I live alone." Eventually, we agreed that I should get someone to help me out and call her back. I hung up the phone and raced to the bathroom. Used the bladeless razor and scraped the stuff off of my inflamed legs. Rinsed them with cold water for 10 or so minutes.

They've been burning all day.

Watched The Lost Boys to take my mind off of things (e.g. the flames licking my calves). Straightened my apartment, put on some clothing, and worked up the nerve to call Noriko. I love her to death, and she's super sweet and super nice, but I absolutely despise asking people for help. I really do. I called her up and asked if she could help me talk with these crazy people, and she happily came over and called them from my place. I gave her all the info I had. Turns out that the number they gave me had a Tokyo area code (those bastards), which means my phone bill is going to actually be worse than it is now (as if that's possible). To make a long story short (is that possible at this point?), Noriko found out that they needed the name of the contractor for my phone line. Nrr? Considering that it took her 15 or so minutes to figure that out, and she's 100% born and raised in Japan Japanese, I feel a lot better about not being able to figure out what the woman who called me had been saying. I thanked Noriko and we talked for a little bit about working here and she told me what she had said before about Eric counting down the days 'til he leaves. Considering that he has another 2 years, he'll be counting for a while. Noriko feels the same way (as do I). It's not Kansai at all, it's Kansei. I love living in Kansai, but working at Kansei (or Kwansei, as they spell it) is hell a lot of the time. (Except for this week where we get a 3-day weekend and Thursday off. But never mind that, since we lose all of next weekend to the Junior High English Camp. But then we get another day off after that.)

Rode down to the 100 yen store and stocked up on some stuff I needed. Saw the German guy who's friends with Mika, I think. Peacock was packed with all kinds of crazy people, so I got in and out as fast as I could. Listened to The White Stripes the whole time.

Came back and finally got around to watching Heat. It was nearly 3 hours long, and although there was a really cool scene in the middle of the movie where they just shoot a bijillion people with assault weapons, it really wasn't my kind of movie. Al Pacino wears me out. And the ending was uber-obvious, which was disappointing. Especially since it wasn't plausible. Through the whole movie I kept thinking, "They wouldn't do that. And they wouldn't do that, either. Gimme a break!" My disbelief was so suspended that it'll never touch ground again.

Pulled out the DVD that came with the reissued Gunnm graphic novels that I had bought a few years ago and finally played it. It was very cool, although the music was a little dull. It turned out to be a short CG movie of motorball, and it followed the comic pretty closely. Not the best thing I've ever seen, but it was interesting.

It's late, and although I don't have anything pressing in the morning, I am tired. Better get to bed.

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