Fitbit continues to be fun, but reality hasn’t changed. I’ll never lose weight. Not with the way I need 1500-2000 calories a day. 1200 every day for months in order to lose 20-30 pounds just won’t work for me. As it is I have been utterly famished the last two days for some reason. Probably due to my period, however wimpy it may be, and the increased activity. Hell, I woke up hungry as hell and I’m usually not ready to eat for a couple of hours after getting up. I’m trying to kill the hunger without stuffing myself silly.

The rain’s really coming down this morning and I might not go to the clubhouse for aerobics if it’s still going on at 7:30. Walking in the cold is one thing. Walking in the cold rain is another. I’ll hit the Bowflex either way.

Thanks to the 80-somethings I work out with, I’m learning the more intricate moves of aerobics as opposed to the simple and straightforward walking, running and strength training I’m used to doing. I learned what windmills, ice-skating and chorus lines are, LOL.

Janice and Claire were there, but this time Judy led the group and she did the best job, IMO. She didn’t blast the music too loud, and she called out the moves in a clear voice and went through them fluently without having to stop and struggle to remember them.

Joy went by again too, smiled and me, and made me wonder how she got so good-looking. She’s heavy and in need of a dye job, but she’s so tall and nice-looking for her age. She looks very American Indian.

Later…

Yesterday I got in over 11,000 steps but today I don’t think I’m going to even hit the recommended goal of 10,000. I just finished working out on the Bowflex and I thought I would hibernate in the bedroom and do a private entry via email to bitch about some things and express some thoughts.

First of all, the house for sale is pissing me off, as usual. It was quiet over there yesterday, but today they’re cleaning the carpet and that is not only insanely loud but it takes an hour or more, so that’s why I’m in the bedroom as it’s the furthest room from that house.

Aly still annoys me with her clinginess and constant need to text because she is lonely and depressed. Only texting will do. DMing each other on Twitter just isn’t the same.

I know it’s not always easy, but I wish she would do more to help herself. I’m not a professional trained to deal with depression. I wish she was busier and knew more people. She doesn’t have a single local friend, which is weird because she does drive and is younger, and has also been single for years. It makes me wonder why. The more I get to know her, I see that yes, she is intelligent, creative and perceptive, but she definitely has her share of emotional problems. I wonder if that’s why she’s friendless. The last guy she met was in and out of her life in a matter of days, and she said it was because he got fed up with her ways.

Anyway, neither of us has heard from Molly, and I admit it. Yes, I admit I sometimes miss the drama and tracking Molly as she tracks me. I definitely don’t miss the drama for the most part, however, and would not want to go through that again. I’m actually surprised that with the millions of people on the Internet, no new stalkers have latched onto me since. Presently, there is no way to contact me anonymously other than on LiveJournal since I’m no longer on Ask. But still, some people are too crazy to care and will even use their real names like Molly did. I just wonder when I’m going to have to deal with the next Molly, and if they’ll be even worse to deal with. Kim sure was worse in some ways, and Aly just told me her sister monitors everything she does. She and her mother are supposedly living with her karate sister who got divorced and is now engaged to a woman.

I can block someone easily enough if I get fed up enough. The problem is if they reach out to my friends and family and try to get them involved. That’s where the real problem is.

I got curious, checked and noticed that Maliheh unblocked me on Facebook yesterday. I would periodically look in on her from Tom’s account even though there’s never really anything to see. I wonder why she unblocked me, though. She had blocked me for commenting on a public comment of hers. I still can’t believe I was dumb and naive enough to believe for a minute that she actually cared about me and wanted to be my friend. I know that if she came crawling to me right now and begging to resume our so-called friendship I would just laugh. I wouldn’t believe it. I wouldn’t be able to be her friend again without doubting her true intentions. She’d only dump me again. As I learned in 1991, Maliheh’s a gamer. A real head player that gets off on doing what she does.