We made it through another week!!!!

July 11, 2008 at 4:14 pm (Work)
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I thought for a moment that I wouldn’t make it.  I thought for a second that I would be forced to unleash my frustration on my friends and coworkers.  I thought for an instant that I might just be inclined to remove the life from my daughter’s body.  I thought for a flash that I just might fall asleep and never wake up.  And then 4:00 hit on Friday.  I’m so close to being off work that I can literally taste it.  And it tastes like the best thing ever.  It tastes remotely like freedom with just a touch of relaxation and a dash of happiness thrown in there.  It is better than fresh popped popcorn and a large, ice cold Coke at your favorite movie theater and better than that just out of the oven peach cobbler your momma makes.  I tell you, it’s absolutely heavenly.

This week will definitely NOT be featured on The Best Week Ever, and you won’t see my smiling, glowing face on advertisements for my workplace, telling  you how grand life is when you are employed here.  Nope, it’s fair to say that this week was hellacious - truthfully, close to actual Hell.  Yeah, that’s a safe analogy.  It was the first week of 2nd Summer term, of which I am subjecting myself to a class - woo freakin’ hoo.  A coworker of mine got relocated to another part of the office which was an incredible change.  Another coworker of mine is leaving for greener pastures - wish you luck!!!  but I’ll miss her.  I actually did apply for that one job that I didn’t tell you all about….hehehe - maybe later.  My tummy sucks and it’s been sucking pretty badly all week.  My kid has lost her mind momentarily, and hopefully she will find it before I get home.  Hmmmm, that’s about all I can think of right now.  I’m sure I’ll come up with more later.

So, YEAH - I’m freakin’ grateful for Friday, and for the fact that 19 minutes from now, I will be walking my happy butt to my car so that I can go fall onto my couch or bed, whichever I hit first and have a complete meltdown.  Care to join me?

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Commence working out and sweating

June 17, 2008 at 9:45 am (A day in the life)
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It’s ON boys and girls.  I wrote about two weeks ago about how I was to begin my new fitness regimen on Monday, the 2nd, but to my dismay, I came down with a random infection that left me handicapped for a prolonged period of time.  Thank goodness for drugs.  I am now back to normal and have begun rethinking the entire weight loss/diet/fitness schedule. 

Here’s the plan:  Eat smaller portions.  Work out more.

What do you think?  I think this is a winning equation.  I’m quite certain that if my body expells more calories than it intakes, the result will be a negative.  Anyone disagree?  Math 101 kids, I got an A.

Honestly, I started to get up yesterday to begin, but I got out of the bed, turned the alarm off, got back into bed, snuggled up and fell back to sleep.  That’s a pretty good morning.  I can think of one thing that would have made it better, but this blog is PG-13.  So, needless to say, Monday was not a good start date.

Today - I got out of bed, turned the alarm clock off, got back into the bed and laid there for a while.  After about 30 minutes, I was motivated to get my arse out of the house and head toward the gym, or at least take a good walk.  The decision was for the gym.  It was very pleasant, and the pool looked so inviting this morning, but I restrained myself.  I hit the elyptical trainer for 10 minutes.  It was pretty good, but also depressing considering I used to eat the elyptical for LUNCH - hit it up for a good 45 minutes, full steam, but today, I was pretty much pushing myself to complete a measly 10 minutes.  Ugh…  Then I went to the weight machine, which is multipurpose, and allows for all kinds of muscle groups to be worked to the point of spaghetti noodles.  I hit that up for about 20 minutes, 3 sets of whatever I was working.  Then I high-tailed my arse back to the house so I could make it to work on time.

I am feeling pretty accomplished this morning because I actually did what I’ve been wanting to do for some time.  The act of working out definitely releases all my happy endorphins that keep me the smiling, cheery girl you all know and love.  Okay, that’s a bit much, but it does make my day go better. 

My failure today is that I did not eat anything for breakfast, and I had to get a Coke because it sounded so darn good.  That will be tomorrow’s challenge - eat a sensible meal in the morning, take my daily vitamin, and get back on my water regimen.  No more Coke except once in a while.  Farewell, sweet, sugary pleasure.  You can be my drink booty-call, once in a while, with extreme moderation.

I’ll have to update you all tomorrow and see if I really get up on time…..  Cross your fingers for me, I need all the help I can get.

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Blogging in General

May 8, 2008 at 8:24 pm (A day in the life)
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So, I’ve got a couple of minutes and I haven’t  had the opportunity to visit with all you wonderful people yet today, so I thought I’d drop a note in the box.  In thinking about today’s subject, I started to think that this blogging thing is pretty self-indulgent.  I can rant and rave and you can agree or disagree, it really doesn’t matter.  It’s a fun thing to do, and I like to think that someone out there appreciates my general mishaps and daily adventures as much as I do.  I will be sure and update you all on this most hectic day I’ve been experiencing, but I’m operating on 3 hours sleep, have survived a staff meeting, completed my research paper, and tackled my final.  In other words, I’m spent.  Done.  Nothing else to give.  Have a wonderful night and I’ll be sure to fill in all the gaping holes I’ve left.  For now, enjoy this thought……

 

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Exhaustion is exhausting

April 30, 2008 at 1:28 pm (A day in the life, Uncategorized)
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It’s not possible for me to be the only person in this world who is absolutely exhausted, there’s no way.  I’m just plain tired, and it seems like I can never crawl into bed at a decent hour.  There’s just so much to do and so much going on that I don’t bother even thinking about sleep until it’s past the time when I could have claimed the magic 8 hours.  Now, I have heard that 6 hours of sleep is acceptable, in which case, I might be okay, most days, but I believe I’m still playing catch up.  You see, dear readers, I can be the queen of all procrastination sometimes, and completely on the ball other times. 

Last week, I had to have a powerpoint presentation together for my amazing graduate program on Thursday, so - rather than plan ahead and work on portions throughout the week, I go balls to the wall on Wednesday night, working ’til approximately 2:30am because that’s how I roll.  Needless to say, I was completely worthless Thursday, even though I had to present and train at work, and then present in class as well.  Now, that’s also the overachiever in me screaming to be acknowledged.  Apparently I enjoy pushing myself to a meltdown.  I don’t know - I’ll save the psychoanalyzation for later.  After class, I felt the need to feed 6 hungry souls with food I had prepared because, again, I just don’t know when to quit.  That night I must have gotten about 7 hours of sleep.  That’s pretty good, I guess. 

Flash over to Saturday, what most would consider to be a good day to catch up on zzzz’s that one may have forgotten during the week.  NOOOOOO, yet again, I completely ignore the fact that I have become zombie-like and a crank-monster, and I mean that in the best way possible…..  My lovely women’s team was entered in a tournament about an hour south of Charlotte, first game at noon.  We met up around 10, got to the park around 11, and proceeded to play/wait/play/wait/play until 4:21am.  I know this because I looked at my phone just as the last game was over.  Needless to say, I was not a happy girl, and we still had an hour to get home.  Hitting the bed at 5:30am on Sunday morning generally means a fun night of drunken debauchery has just transpired - and I may be getting lucky, but not this time, to my chagrine.  No - this lucky lady did NOT get the opportunity to sleep Sunday away, and I still, to this day, Wednesday, have not enjoyed a full 8 hours of sleep YET. 

I’m starting to think it’s just not going to happen, and that causes me to think that it’s not meant to happen.  I think sleep expectations are way overrated and that we, as human beings, need to admit to it.  Power naps are the way to go.  Heck, if we could sleep with our eyes open and fingers typing we would be GOLDEN….. Hmmmm, how can I make that one happen????

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