Goals, Finances, my mass
I’ve been thinking that I do really like this data closet as my pseudo office! I’ve been browsing the web with no need to wonder if the boss is looking over to see what I’m up to. That and the damn people who are in my office fixing it.
It’s a goal of mine to continually improve the following situations:
+ Financial
+ Fitness
+ Weight
+ House
+ Negativity
+ Sleep
+ Relationship
+ Friend
I went online and noticed Microsoft money online has a nice way to tie it all together. Maybe I’ll start using that as a means to consolidate and get a better monthly image of EVERYTHING AT ONCE instead of just this, or just that.
I may even begin again - checking daily and trying to save in small ways again. And hiding money from myself. My credit card statement was higher than deemed. Then I realized why.
1- Car tabs, extra $100
2- External Backup Hard drive, extra $100
Okay, that makes sense. Otherwise I was concerned. Still, it’s higher than it should have been I suppose. As usual I made a straight payoff.
I got my check for my medical stuff so I will be able to write a check and pay off the dental stuff - and I will deposit the money that my dentists gave me (for double payment of my crown work. What little was left over after the rest of my perio work.) Gods I hate paying hundreds out of pocket. This being said, it’s a good thing I had some savings.
I am back to breaking even instead of being ahead. I may have been “behind” if not for being “ahead.”
Disappointedly, I realized one thing. I tried to log into BECU one too many times with the wrong password. I called them up and in order to reset it they need my pass “code” word. I am happy about high security, but not happy that I have NO IDEA what I set the code word as. No idea. I tried the only one current thing I have been using. Did I write this somewhere? Shit. I’ll need to go change it in person I think. Fuck.
Well, so much for that at the moment, DAMN. Regardless.
I weighed myself this morning. Water weight or something? I am back up to lame 170 instead of the 168 I was at earlier.
This feels pretty damned hopeless and yet I am trying to stay positive about it. 160 is my old “normal” weight. I did tell Jim I was afraid 170 was new my standard but he said not to give up. Well, I was telling myself 6 months ago not to give up. Yikes.
I’m fit. I know that. I’m active. I know that. I must be eating the wrong set of foods. I need direction or something.
So financially - eh. I’ll get there. Weight wise? Who knows. Fitness wise? I’ve been doing awesome with hiking and stuff. Hopefully tonight I can motivate to get as far up tiger as daylight allows. Last night was a light workout.
I have decided on the food side of things I will eat earlier to try and utilize a higher metabolism in the mornings and eat smaller fruits more frequently. Eh, who knows though?
I recognize that
1. I’m not fat
2. I’m fit and obviously can move all 170 of me
3. 10 lbs in all actuality is NOT the end
4. I do have a good portion of muscle on me
5. I also have some extra and it annoys me
6. My clothes fit. I just want them to fit BETTER heh…
7. No, I don’t want to lose more than 10lbs.
Hm.
My brain is buzzing with organizational plans of all sorts.
My job is mundane to me. I’d rather try and work out my personal life on the clock.
Bite me. I don’t give a rats’ ass.
Honestly though - I’ve been pretty effective at work.
I contemplate a part time side job, but realize that it would probably KILL my ability to be as fit as I prefer. Damnit.
Oh oh, Jimmy is probably coming over Thursday night. I’ll be filming PPC and he can play WoW and keep me company. This seems more than awesome. And then hang out afterwards and spend the night.
He has drill this weekend. Lame. I am satisfied with his lighter schedule that yeah - he may honestly make a few more efforts to be HERE.
I recognize I think I eat/have a worse lifestyle when I am in his home. Damnit. How do I resolve that? Part of it is I know I cannot do active things after dark in his neighborhood. It is just unwise with the local people outside of his complex. DAMNIT.
I want to post about weekend updates but I think I may put it in a separate entry.
I will try and get esurance sometime this week or next to get out from under State Farm. Fuck you State Farm. Charging me way too damned much.
I want to log into my damned BECU act to make a bigger payment on my small loan and to check in on things. Damnit.
Oh. Well.
Lastly, I created a separate LJ account for my food journal.
I don't care how messed up other people think my diet is, I'll do what I feel most comfortable with. So, if you do feel inclined to spy, it's at foodlog_829.
And I digress. It is WAY easier for me to concentrate on writing here. I feel like my office space lends to ... like, part of my brain being exposed. It's really hard to write anything of worth. I want to get back to a point like I used to be, where I could really look back at my posts and know what the hell was up with me. So there it is.
-Angela