Grey is the new ... grey

It appears that Martha Stewart got some decorating inspiration during her stay in Alderson [that's the prison where I volunteer]. The latest issue of the magazine arrived here in the Middle of Nowhere yesterday; last night as I made my way to the classroom where I teach a drawing class, a couple of inmates were touching up the new grey paint [which is, of course, covering the old grey paint] in the stairwell.

I happen to love grey; the interior walls of my house are a very pale, pale grey and most of the rooms have dark grey woodwork. In a mostly warm climate, grey is cooling and soothing. I also wear a lot of grey, although I'm now in a pink rut. Which goes well with … grey!

Greta commented yesterday:

I am wondering if you have passed the weight at which you quit dieting the last time around. I know you mentioned a while back that you were getting close to that number and a bit concerned about it. Did you sail right through the old sticking point?

I can't say I actually sailed through, but 10 weeks after I hit it, I'm 10 pounds below it. I had a two-pound gain one of those weeks, and a couple weeks of staying the same.

I had some disturbing math dreams last night. Some people dream of falling, or flying, or playing baseball naked – I dream numbers. If I have X number of pounds left to lose, and there are 19 weeks left in the year, I'll need to lose X pounds per week. I mentioned this yesterday. My dreams were filled with crazy ideas on how to up the ante, the operative word being crazy.

The sticking point was part of the dreamy equation, as well. Is this the next one? Or will it happen when I'm 10 pounds from goal? You know what all the magazines say about those last stubborn 10 pounds.

I may have jinxed my dreams by playing my trying-on-clothes game before I went to bed. I could be wearing some of my otherwise too-small clothes if it weren't for my waistline, which is way out of proportion to my bust and hips. Another reason to start practicing yoga again?

I just love how thinking and writing here on an almost-daily basis lead me to solutions. Whether yoga works to whittle my waistline or not, the idea that I need to pick it up again has been nagging me for quite a while. So today's the day, along with some more-intense-than-normal weight training. For some reason I think walking/running is better exercise than yoga, when they really do complement each other.

And after the long, hard walk I took yesterday [7.2 miles], my feet and knees could use a rest day. Yes, DG, setting things in electronic stone does seem to work. At least for today!