The job hunt is going as well as can be expected: I've been responding to restaurant ads and a couple have asked me for an interview, so I'm happy.
And I've FINALLY made some headway on the fitness front: after 12 days of my fat-under-siege plan, yesterday the weight scale finally registered that I weigh one pound and a half less. A pound and a half after almost two weeks! Celebrate! I celebrated by taking the day off from exercising (but I did NOT celebrate by indulging in extra calories. That kind of response is dangerous).
Weightloss! It takes so long to get even the beginning of a change. I've learned that I really have to be strictly dieting (daily calories cut by 29%) and exercising (1-2 hours a day) for a good two weeks before getting even the smallest change in actual bulk. If I (starting at a little less than 130 pounds), working hard, take two weeks to accomplish the loss of one lousy pound, no wonder no one ever loses weight. It's goddamn hard!
But I'm sticking with it. I am two months away from my 40th birthday and I WILL get back to the size I was before Christmas. Damn it.