The Wheels on the Bus, the Gears in my Head

Updates from my bus ride:

Who buys flowers from the guys that sell them on street corners? I've never once seen someone roll down their window and buy a rose, but people must once in a while or else why do the flower sellers continue to keep trying?

I've been on a doctor appointment kick lately. I'm not sure what possessed me; something about the combination of a new year and the fact that I actually have spare money to spend on co pays right now. That, and all the health insurance hoopla made me realize I should probably use mine since I do have it. So first I went to the eye doctor to get a new prescription for my contact lenses and it turns out my eyesight has somehow improved since the last time I went a couple of years ago. I didn't know that was possible, but it has improved enough that I don't think it's just a fluke from changing doctors and measurement equipment. So that was weird. Then I went to the dentist for a teeth cleaning and found out I need at least a filling and more likely a root canal. I find it bizarre that it's possible to have a tooth decayed to the point it needs a root canal and not to be feeling any pain at all whatsoever, but the dentist showed me my x ray so I believe him. And I've learned my lesson: even if your mouth feels just dandy, it's probably not wise to put off going to the dentist for five years. I knew it had been a couple of years, but then I thought back and realized that the last time I had any dental work done was the summer after I graduated from college, and although I can't quite figure out how I frittered away five years of life so damn fast, that was in 2005. So, yeah. Going to get a root canal on Tuesday and then planning to get back in the habit of visiting the dentist at least annually. Since I was already on a roll with all the medical appointments I also scheduled my annual gyno appointment. It was my first time going to this practice and I liked the doctor I saw a lot, although they had the most intense medical history form I've ever seen. I had to log in and fill it out online a few days before my appointment and it took half an hour to fill out. At one point there was a page that said something like "Please check if you have experienced any of the following" and it began like this:
Adoption
Accident

And because it was written that way I did a double-take and thought "Is this form asking me whether I was adopted or an accident?!" Then I read further down the form and realized it was asking me if I was adopted or had ever been in a serious accident, which makes a lot more sense. I mean, I realize that something like 50% of pregnancies are unplanned, but there's no reason all those unplanned people should know that about themselves and have to admit it on medical forms.

Penn and I are both on a mission to get into the best shape possible before wedding time next year. I know his sister is on the same mission. Something about knowing that there are going to be so many pictures taken that day really does inspire a certain fanaticism about wanting to be in shape. That, and it recently dawned on me that if attempting to get pregnant is in the relatively near future then this really is the last chance to see what my current body can be before I go and change it. I think I can manage to have a good body post-pregnancy, too, but I know it's going to be different. Anyway, Penn is doing really well and its inspiring me. I've been very good about entering my calories consumed in the Sparkpeople tracker and I'm still not denying myself any food (when I want sweets I eat sweets) but I'm trying to make healthier choices and workout a little harder on days after I've gone over my recommended calorie goal. Skiing most weeks lately has helped, too, since I burn literally 1,000 calories every time we ski. I also finally bought a scale, something I'd never owned before. I never had one before because I worried I'd get obsessive about it, but I've been very good about only weighing in once a week. I began my mission just after Christmas, and as of Monday I'd lost five pounds. That's about a pound a week, which is just right. I honestly don't know if I can lose more than that and maintain it. It would be nice to lose five more pounds and be at my "dream" weight (a weight I think I was last at before I discovered beer), but I don't know if that's actually a sustainable weight for my frame and I don't want to have to work too hard. That, and I'm never really sure what's fat and what's muscle, so I don't want to get too crazy about the scale number because what if the only reason I'm losing weight right now is because I'm losing muscle mass from not having been on my bike in a couple of months? Anyway, the only reason I wrote this paragraph in the first place was to complain about the fact that I'm pretty sure all five of the pounds I lost came out of my already A cup breasts. Why is the only fat anyone likes always the first to melt away?