Tuesday was a real disappointment as far as the Weight Watchers weigh-in went. I had been hoping (God knows why) to have done no worse than stayed steady, but instead I picked up over half a pound in the first week of June, and in retrospect it's pretty clear why. I've been winging it: not journaling and not really getting in nearly enough exercise, and making things worse by not getting enough sleep, which leads me to make more bad decisions about eating and exercise. Well, I beat myself up real good in my offline diary, and so far all the self-flagellation has been good for two days of sticking to the program. I've even managed to clock two miles' worth of walking today, according to the pedometer, and that helps. So there's still an outside chance that I may still drop enough weight to get under 400 by next Tuesday. We'll see. Whatever I lose will be good, and I know that if I stick to the program I will lose something. In the meantime, it's helping to keep my blood sugar under control, which is a damn good thing since I've run out of all my meds except the Actos. I did get a package from Caremark today, but it had only the test strips - which I had a whole box of still to go. Caremark no baka.
Part of the reason I've been distracted from getting anything done this week has been Rick Atkinson's An Army At Dawn, which is an unflinching look at the muddled, confused, stupid and bloody North Africa campaign during World War II. Anyone who's seen Patton or read Ladislas Farago's Patton: Ordeal and Triumph, on which the movie is based, probably has a vague feel for the way things were screwed up in this first major campaign in the European Theater, but Atkinson brings home the full impact of just how unready the United States Army was to fight the Vichy French and the Italians, much less the storied Panzer Army Africa under its legendary commander Erwin Rommel. Even Patton himself comes off looking none too ready for the realities of coalition warfare with untried, ill-trained and ill-disciplined troops at the end of an inadequate supply line. Highly recommended.
David Drake's collection Grimmer Than Hell is partially a reissue of the anthology Lacey and His Friends, but includes his stories from the Battlestation and The Fleet shared world collections as well as some other short stories written for other such anthologies. Worth picking up, if only to save you the hassle of trying to find all of the books of The Fleet series.
I'm knocking off work early on Friday to have my leg veins looked at by the ultrasound staff at St, Joseph's. My doctor isn't happy with the way my right leg is still swollen almost a year and a half since we put down the infection I contracted during the election campaign in '02. Hopefully they'll have some useful comments to make, but we'll see.