Good Things and Bad Things

Despite several pleasant developments in my life on Sunday, it is a singular unpleasant bit of business that remains stuck in my craw as I write this on Monday morning. Upon completing my haircut on Sunday evening, Fred, in an attempt to describe why this look was working for/on me, made the offhand remark that I had “put on a little weight.” I know that Fred meant nothing by this, that, in fact, he was paying me a compliment by saying that with the simple shearing of my overgrown locks my face now looked a wee bit lighter than it did before. But the very notion that I’ve been gaining weight grates on me. While I don’t feel as obsessed with the situation as I did in years previous, I do feel frustrated by the fact that I have no time to get in shape or to stay in shape. I find myself angry that the only way I am able to fit exercise into my ridiculously long work day is to take the stairs up to the fifth floor every day instead of the elevator.

So, it makes me mad that someone pointed out something that I was trying really hard to ignore. Now I feel like I have to do something, like some drastic measure must be taken. And knowing that I have no money for a health club membership, and no time to go to the gym even if I did, I’m at a loss regarding what dramatic step I might need to take. Stephanie tries to make me feel better by reminding me that many expectant fathers gain sympathy weight during the nine months of pregnancy, but that doesn’t really seem like a real excuse to me.

But anyway, I’ll try to focus on the positives of Sunday instead. First and foremost amongst the good things that Sunday brought was the completion of the latest chapter in my novel. One of three asides, for lack of a better word, that will be inserted into the existing text, I had always thought this would be the toughest. And it was (at least so far). But now it’s done.

Also, I got to hang out with JonMartin, who I hadn’t seen for more than five minutes in ages and ages. We did dinner and then made the trip to Fred’s and all was well until the comment about the weight, which I quickly shrugged off at the time. It didn’t end up eating at me until much later.

And, finally, the Patriots pulled off an improbably come from behind victory. Yes, they have more problems than they’ve ever had in the four and a half years I’ve been paying attention to them, and yes it’s troubling that they couldn’t beat the snot out of the Buffalo Bills, but a win is a win is a win. And I’m happy for it in whatever form it took.