The Good News:
* Person at work says my skin looks “beautiful”
* Husband notices I look slimmer
* Eating more vegetables than humanly possible, am slowly becoming green pepper
* When not gnawing on my knuckle, I have more energy

The Bad News:
* Have another 6 days on Phase I of South Beach
* I see pasta everywhere.
* I see carbs everywhere
* Salads are highly overrated
* Being healthy and slender is also overrated

The Enacter implies that perhaps a midlife crisis is at hand (mine) and perhaps the named issue is “mindlessness,” to wit: “Alyssa. Your mindlessness is a going toward something else.”

Huh? “A life perhaps?”

Yes, I’d say a life.

But aren’t we all? Going toward our lives? With either gusto or grace, but almost always with too many carbs and too much selfishness? Isn’t that the whole point? I suppose it is always finding ourselves wanting and not enough poetry to climb over from where we are (mud pit) to where we want to be (chorus with angels singing and awards).

You?

P.S. If you want to be a therapist (a male therapist, for chrissakes) perhaps you should refrain from having so many drums hanging from your walls.