I've got a torn medial meniscus in my right knee and boy does it suck! I'd been ignoring the general knee pain I was experiencing due to activity for the past couple years (except for when I was running at the park and it couldn't be ignored). Recently, it flared up again when Theovis and I returned to our exercise program. I couldn't ignore it anymore so I got an x-ray (normal) and a bunch of functional tests at the doctor and the physio. Meniscus, dammit! And I know what the signs and symptoms of a tear are too, but just didn't figure it would happen to me.

Anyway, I'm waiting to get an MRI and an appointment with an Orthopaedic Surgeon to find out what my options are. Bad news, most likely surgery. Good news, surgery is relatively minor and quick to heal up from.

So, because I'm used to eating for an active person, I've started the South Beach Diet to get my eating habits under control for someone doing almost no exercise (on Physio's orders). It was my first day today and it wasn't bad. I was off work, though, and had time to do the required cooking. I'm not as confident as to how easily tomorrow is going to come off while I'm working. I can make it happen, though. If I could do that Body for Life exercise 6 days a week for years, I can do this.

As of yesterday, it's been 4 years since my dad died. Yesterday was a really tough day, which was weird, because I'm generally so calm about it all. But I felt so close to being fully unraveled yesterday and ended up cancelling my last 2 appointments so that I could go home early. Theovis, Mum and I had dinner together (takeout from Toko, our fave Chinese), drank a little champagne and enjoyed eachother's company. We didn't talk much about Dad - it's always hard to know even how to start talking about him - but we were all thinking about him. Both Theovis and I were just burnt out physically and emotionally so we ended up having an early night. Once in bed, we both got really choked-up and had a good talk and cry about my dad. It was good to acknowledge the pain that I don't even realize is always there.

We miss you, Da!

Theo and I spent a really romantic night at the Pacific Pallisades hotel for our Anniversary - 8 years since we got married. We got one of their romance packages and it may have even been worth the price. We were up on the 20th floor, with a gorgeous view of the North Shore from one set of windows and English Bay from another set. The king-sized bed seems so crazy huge compared to our double, and I'm sure we only slept in the same amount of space we normally do at home. Not having kitties hogging the bed gave us more room too. We ate breakfast in bed the next morning, which was fabulously decadent, although I was worried about getting waffle toppings on the sheets. At some point in my life, I'll learn to relax.

The days are getting shorter and shorter. This makes me rather sad. I love the autumn because of all the crunching leaves and crisp weather. I don't love the short days and the rainy leaf-smush that people too lazy to clean up their leaves rake into the street making it slippery and dangerous for everyone, especially cyclists.

On a plus side, there is a bunch of new snow on the Lions and they look incredibly beautiful from our front deck and through my window at work.

I won tickets through CFOX to the Beastie Boys concert a couple weeks ago. It was super-awesome! I never win tickets to things so I wasn't that excited when I heard you could win tickets by decorating yourself or your car with a "Fox Rocks" theme. I was sitting and home and considered dressing up like a schoolgirl with "Fox Rocks" written across my bosom. I quickly decided I didn't want to show my bosom to strangers and thought about writing it on my hair ribbons etc. but decided it wouldn't get me the tickets because there'd probably be so many others participating. Then I decided what the hell and did it anyway. It was fun and it won me the tickets, and I didn't have to flash anyone. What more can you ask?