Just a quick note before I dash off to Houston for ApolloCon. If you're at the con, be sure to say hi. I'm the one with the curly hair and the dazed expression. Tonight I'm staying with my cousin and meeting with her book group. I guess I'm the family celebrity.
It turns out that last week's zipper agony was just the tip of the iceberg. I was figuring out what to wear last night and trying things on, and too many of my clothes weren't fitting right, including things I wore about a month ago and even one thing that was too big on me about a year ago -- to the point that when I wore it, someone suggested I should have it taken up. Yeah, I know, I still don't look too bad, and I'm still pretty small so I shouldn't be griping, but I don't have the money, time or inclination to buy a new wardrobe I can fit into, so when I get home, it's bootcamp time. I was reading a study (for my one remaining freelance client -- a medical school) about how they recommend an hour of exercise a day to maintain your weight and an hour and a half a day to lose weight. I thought that was excessive, but now I'm starting to wonder. I guess I'll give it a shot, considering I have another conference in a month, and I'd like to be able to fit into my clothes by then. All those honey wheat pretzel twists and cheesy snack crackers that got me through the last book have apparently done their damage. With this book, it'll have to be carrot sticks.
If I can make the Internet access work, I may post reports from the convention.