Error: I'm afraid this is the first I've heard of a "trackback" flavoured Blosxom. Try dropping the "/+trackback" bit from the end of the URL.
Coughing as Exercise
Strange.
I've been a slug for what seems like days and days. I expected that either my weight or my bodyfat percentage would be up. I was just getting showered and washing my hair prior to an evening at the Philharmonic and decided to check.
My weight seems to be carved in stone, but my bodyfat percentage is down almost another percent: I got readings of 39.0 and 38.8 at the same weight as the previous 39.9 reading.
During intermission at the concert, I'm going to try visiting something called the Circle Bar, which is reserved for major donors. This is going to feel very odd: it isn't the kind of thing I normally do. But, dammit, I'm a 53 year old business owner (and a major donor) and I shouldn't feel like an impostor in a formal, adult environment.
Some of the not-being-a-grownup feeling is because I have not had a grownup pattern of life (at least by my parents' standards). No kids. No spouse. Also, no parents to provide feedback, since they died when I was 27.
I suspect another part of the impostor thing is actually a class and socialization problem. My father was a watchmaker and my mother drove a school bus part-time, and they never did any formal entertaining at home. Very little entertaining at all that didn't involve relatives, actually.
Socializing among adults is something people did on TV. Or maybe something my parents did only when the kids weren't around. When I was very small, my Dad was a member of the Elks, and my Mom was in some kind of women's group at church. Later, after we moved to Montville, Dad joined the VFW and Mom eventually ended up in the VFW Auxiliary, and the vast majority of their interactions with adults from outside our household happened elsewhere.
Realistically, I suspect if any of the Circle Bar regulars notices me they will try to get me to join some committee or other.
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