so here's the scoop:

1.  I have been diagnosed with PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome).  Apparently it's pretty common.  I won't go into the details, but essentially it means that my hormones are all out of whack, it's difficult for me to lose weight (and i tend to pack on the weight in my trunk/core), am at higher risk for diabetes, cardiovascular disease, and stroke, and may have difficulty getting pregnant/staying pregnant.

2.  In reaction to the above, I've decided to hire a personal trainer.  I am paying a pretty penny for it, but I have a better chance of getting rid of some of the symptoms of PCOS if I can conquer the weight issue, not to mention self-esteem issues as well.  I had my first session this morning, and Mike (my trainer) kicked my ass.  I'm hopeful, though, that I can finally win the battle of the bulge.    I'll be blogging my progress here.

3. I am in escrow for a house in Irvine!  Hopefully will be able to close by mid-May.  Keep your fingers crossed!

is that it limits what you can write, for fear of offending.

pardon my silence, but some things are just best left in my head.

I am pretty much ready to burst, but secrets are secrets. 

In other news, I can't believe it's almost been a year since I moved back to socal! It feels like I blinked, and time flew from 2008 to 2009.  I still struggle with my decision to stay, especially when I see friends from Vegas.  Do I regret staying?  Maybe... only time will tell.  All I can say is that I made the best choice i could.

I am feeling generally burned out.  I need some time to recharge, without demands from work, friends, family and church; there doesn't seem to be any relief in sight in the near future (at least until June).  I feel caught, trying to balance ME with everything going on.  I know all the aforementioned need a piece of me too, and have a legitimate claim to me and my time.  It's not fair of me to begrudge these responsibilities and relationships what little i have been putting into them, but I kind of want to run away.  I aspire to be superwoman, but maybe i'm really just lois lane -- helpless, ordinary, and in need of rescuing?