But I don't want to look at you this way.
I've read my 50 books for 50bookchallenge. I suppose that this means that I should review the second half of them, but I don't feel like it right now. My moods have been swinging like a goddamn pendulum lately. I have a feeling that SAD is approaching its onset date although I really don't know why since it's been 90 fucking degrees the past few days. I want to wear sweaters and boots and eat food cooked in the oven, but obviously that isn't happening at the moment.
Really, I don't even know what to say in this thing anymore. My week pretty much looks like this:
Monday: Wake up at 6:20am, get ready for day, catch the 7:28 or 7:43 train (8:03 if I'm feeling particularly lazy that morning), get downtown, take the L to work, work, eat lunch, work, leave work between 4pm and 7pm (depending on what's going on), take the L to the train station, take whatever train I manage to catch home, eat dinner, read and/or watch TV, go to bed by 10pm, watch one episode of Smallville, sleep.
Tuesday-Thursday: See Monday.
Friday: Same as Monday except that after coming home, I have to rush out to eat somewhere with my parents and then possibly see a movie and then I collapse on the couch from exhaustion before hauling my ass off to bed.
Saturday: Wake up a 7am, have coffee, bike ride, shower etc., go with Mom to run errands, lunch, scrapbooking, dinner out, watch some crappy movie with Dad and/or read, bed before midnight.
Sunday: Same as Saturday only minus the eating out and going to bed late. Instead, my dad and I alternate cooking dinner and we watch football instead of crappy TV.
As you can see, my life is as boring as hell, pretty much. The only thing different (starting tomorrow, anyway) will be that I'll be stopping off at a health club to exercise for an hour before heading home to eat dinner. This came about after a trip to Lane Bryant yesterday where the saleslady kindly told me that I need to get rid of the weight around my stomach while I'm still young. When I signed up for the club today, the personal trainer went through this whole fitness assessment thing and I did horribly, plus my BMI was enough to make me cry. Considering that I used to be an athlete that made it to Regionals every year, this is all very disheartening.
Anyway, I wouldn't expect to see me much around here. Getting my real life in order is top priority at the moment. Not just the weight thing, but other things that I don't feel like getting into. I say this a hundred times a day to myself, but I've got to do better.
Really, I don't even know what to say in this thing anymore. My week pretty much looks like this:
Monday: Wake up at 6:20am, get ready for day, catch the 7:28 or 7:43 train (8:03 if I'm feeling particularly lazy that morning), get downtown, take the L to work, work, eat lunch, work, leave work between 4pm and 7pm (depending on what's going on), take the L to the train station, take whatever train I manage to catch home, eat dinner, read and/or watch TV, go to bed by 10pm, watch one episode of Smallville, sleep.
Tuesday-Thursday: See Monday.
Friday: Same as Monday except that after coming home, I have to rush out to eat somewhere with my parents and then possibly see a movie and then I collapse on the couch from exhaustion before hauling my ass off to bed.
Saturday: Wake up a 7am, have coffee, bike ride, shower etc., go with Mom to run errands, lunch, scrapbooking, dinner out, watch some crappy movie with Dad and/or read, bed before midnight.
Sunday: Same as Saturday only minus the eating out and going to bed late. Instead, my dad and I alternate cooking dinner and we watch football instead of crappy TV.
As you can see, my life is as boring as hell, pretty much. The only thing different (starting tomorrow, anyway) will be that I'll be stopping off at a health club to exercise for an hour before heading home to eat dinner. This came about after a trip to Lane Bryant yesterday where the saleslady kindly told me that I need to get rid of the weight around my stomach while I'm still young. When I signed up for the club today, the personal trainer went through this whole fitness assessment thing and I did horribly, plus my BMI was enough to make me cry. Considering that I used to be an athlete that made it to Regionals every year, this is all very disheartening.
Anyway, I wouldn't expect to see me much around here. Getting my real life in order is top priority at the moment. Not just the weight thing, but other things that I don't feel like getting into. I say this a hundred times a day to myself, but I've got to do better.