I'm posting... see?
I said I should post more consistently, so I am. I somehow don't think that surveys count, so I'll ignore that.
You know, it just occured to me that I used to have an online diary, what was that site called? something diary? I don't know. I'm sure if I read it I'd see all my overwhelming angst over Cole and I don't know... maybe some other guys. Anyway, that just popped into my head.
There is this really great scene in Gilmore Girls where lorelai describes her thought process and why writing what comes into her head as a method of getting the "writing juices flowing" doesn't work when there's a circus going on in her head. I just totally paraphrased that whole situation, but the scene is amazing. I showed Jeremy and he knew that that is the mass confusion in my head that I've spent the last 3 years of my life trying to convey to him. In case you are curious, the reason I'm referencing Gilmore Girls is a) it's an awesome show, b) I spent everyday watching reruns while I was at home for those few months, and for some reason they stopped at the end of season 6, so I spent 3 weeks downloading season 7 and I've been chipping away at it ever since, and c) because I can.
Have you heard about the makeup class action lawsuit? It's awesome. Starting the 20th, until they run out, you can go to any department store and sign a paper saying you've purchased makeup from a department store some time in the last decade. Do you have to prove it? No. No one keeps a receipt that long. So I guess all these makeup companies are "paying out" 175 million dollars worth of makeup to women all over. That's where I will be tuesday at lunch. I should point out though, that at probably 10-25 dollars per person for EVERY WOMAN IN THE COUNTRY isn't going to be anywhere near 175 million, so I'd suggest we hurry. Do you suppose it will be one of those lining up when the store opens kind of thing? Maybe it's not THAT publicized and so it won't be like this huge ordeal.... I don't know. If anyone is as excited as I am... we'll have a problem. All I can say is that if this coming week is a reflection of Obama's presidency what with the free makeup, I'm pleased... :) And no I don't ACTUALLY think he has anything to do with it... just awesome timing ;)
So, anyway the whole purpose of me posting is to be reflective and make sense of these things I do everyday. The 30 day challenge is going well. We're almost halfway through, and I'd say it might stick. I enjoy the 30 minutes more and more everytime. I won't be a liar and say I love working out, but I do feel like my day is missing something until I do it now, which is good. This is what I hoped for. Eventually I hope it will feel like a regular aspect of fitness, rather than a bonus. Meaning, working out doesn't allow extra indulgence, but rather makes up for the daily indulgences that I have already.
I'm also trying to get back on my fruit wagon. I llove fruit. I'm just disappointed by the fruit selection in this particular season. I crave summer fruit. I bought a watermelon which was obviously over-priced, but I thought... it looks good.... yeah, tasted like rubber. I'm appalled at the thought of having to chew watermelon. It was horrible. I threw the whole thing away. However, I found a decent orange, and I guess bananas are tolerable. I always love apples, and although the selection is a bit less quality than the summer months, they are at least adequate. I also got grapes, which I've never been too drawn to, I mean who doesn't kind of leave the grapes for last in a fruit salad? I prefer the strawberries, blackberries, watermelon, even cantelope. If I could figure out how to eat a pomegranate I might attempt it, but it looks like too much work.
I have mostly switched to diet coke and diet dr. pepper for beverages, but that's maybe not so much for the sake of diet, as it is for my teeth. I don't like the way my teeth kind of stick together when I drink dr. pepper. Also, it makes me feel a little jelly-like after I drink it. Coke is the same way unless I drink it with Ice.
After all these changes, I'll be damned if I lost a pound, but I do feel a bit better. Whether or not my pants fit better is still to be determined, but at least I'm not winded when I walk up the stairs from the garage either at home or at work. I haven't been on an elevator in a while. The exception was friday at the company lunch, but I mean... we were going to the 39th floor from negative 6. There's no freaking way. The only reason those stairs exist is for going DOWN. In case of an emergency, although, I don't know that that would be a fantastic option really. As I sat there amused by the fact I couldn't even make out people down on the street, I look up at the 2 huge chandeliers and they are swaying significantly. I thought surely there is a draft... but I don't feel one, and those chandeliers look pretty hefty, so I don't think that's too likely.... turns out these uber tall buildings are made to be "flexible" in the wind. It's good that we were already on the ground when I heard this or I'd be suddenly afraid of heights. My God. I'm not normally afraid of heights provided I have a room to stand in with walls and a ceiling and you know, a floor, but jeeez....
I don't know maybe I am in the process of losing weight. I know from weight watchers that my body acts odd when I have been working out. Something about the fluids or muscles or something, it takes like days to show any loss, and that was when I was only working out haphazardly. This everyday thing is throwing me off. I'm afraid to weigh myself now. If there is a new second digit I might die.
I was happier with scrubs this week than I was last. This is good because I was worried that my life hated me. I also talked to Nonnie last night, and she's doing alright. Bless her heart she's so set on telling me about every person who complimented my cousin and me for performing at the funeral, and she hasn't caught on that we don't need to hear that. Really. It's just not important, and if my cousin thinks the way I do, we both just think they're patronizing because I know for a fact that there was nothing special about my song other than the fact that I'll never do it again.
Anyway, I'm trying to train myself to run a bit. I pathetically low endurance, meaning after working up, I can run for 2 minutes. I'm going to push for three tonight. How pathetic am I? maybe if I can get to the point where I can at least do it I can work on my distaste for it. My mom used to tell me that when you get your mind past the tired and out of breath, you can get into this thoughtful mindset that is really awesome. maybe I'll get there someday.
I wish I had work to do today. I hate not having anything productive to do.
You know, it just occured to me that I used to have an online diary, what was that site called? something diary? I don't know. I'm sure if I read it I'd see all my overwhelming angst over Cole and I don't know... maybe some other guys. Anyway, that just popped into my head.
There is this really great scene in Gilmore Girls where lorelai describes her thought process and why writing what comes into her head as a method of getting the "writing juices flowing" doesn't work when there's a circus going on in her head. I just totally paraphrased that whole situation, but the scene is amazing. I showed Jeremy and he knew that that is the mass confusion in my head that I've spent the last 3 years of my life trying to convey to him. In case you are curious, the reason I'm referencing Gilmore Girls is a) it's an awesome show, b) I spent everyday watching reruns while I was at home for those few months, and for some reason they stopped at the end of season 6, so I spent 3 weeks downloading season 7 and I've been chipping away at it ever since, and c) because I can.
Have you heard about the makeup class action lawsuit? It's awesome. Starting the 20th, until they run out, you can go to any department store and sign a paper saying you've purchased makeup from a department store some time in the last decade. Do you have to prove it? No. No one keeps a receipt that long. So I guess all these makeup companies are "paying out" 175 million dollars worth of makeup to women all over. That's where I will be tuesday at lunch. I should point out though, that at probably 10-25 dollars per person for EVERY WOMAN IN THE COUNTRY isn't going to be anywhere near 175 million, so I'd suggest we hurry. Do you suppose it will be one of those lining up when the store opens kind of thing? Maybe it's not THAT publicized and so it won't be like this huge ordeal.... I don't know. If anyone is as excited as I am... we'll have a problem. All I can say is that if this coming week is a reflection of Obama's presidency what with the free makeup, I'm pleased... :) And no I don't ACTUALLY think he has anything to do with it... just awesome timing ;)
So, anyway the whole purpose of me posting is to be reflective and make sense of these things I do everyday. The 30 day challenge is going well. We're almost halfway through, and I'd say it might stick. I enjoy the 30 minutes more and more everytime. I won't be a liar and say I love working out, but I do feel like my day is missing something until I do it now, which is good. This is what I hoped for. Eventually I hope it will feel like a regular aspect of fitness, rather than a bonus. Meaning, working out doesn't allow extra indulgence, but rather makes up for the daily indulgences that I have already.
I'm also trying to get back on my fruit wagon. I llove fruit. I'm just disappointed by the fruit selection in this particular season. I crave summer fruit. I bought a watermelon which was obviously over-priced, but I thought... it looks good.... yeah, tasted like rubber. I'm appalled at the thought of having to chew watermelon. It was horrible. I threw the whole thing away. However, I found a decent orange, and I guess bananas are tolerable. I always love apples, and although the selection is a bit less quality than the summer months, they are at least adequate. I also got grapes, which I've never been too drawn to, I mean who doesn't kind of leave the grapes for last in a fruit salad? I prefer the strawberries, blackberries, watermelon, even cantelope. If I could figure out how to eat a pomegranate I might attempt it, but it looks like too much work.
I have mostly switched to diet coke and diet dr. pepper for beverages, but that's maybe not so much for the sake of diet, as it is for my teeth. I don't like the way my teeth kind of stick together when I drink dr. pepper. Also, it makes me feel a little jelly-like after I drink it. Coke is the same way unless I drink it with Ice.
After all these changes, I'll be damned if I lost a pound, but I do feel a bit better. Whether or not my pants fit better is still to be determined, but at least I'm not winded when I walk up the stairs from the garage either at home or at work. I haven't been on an elevator in a while. The exception was friday at the company lunch, but I mean... we were going to the 39th floor from negative 6. There's no freaking way. The only reason those stairs exist is for going DOWN. In case of an emergency, although, I don't know that that would be a fantastic option really. As I sat there amused by the fact I couldn't even make out people down on the street, I look up at the 2 huge chandeliers and they are swaying significantly. I thought surely there is a draft... but I don't feel one, and those chandeliers look pretty hefty, so I don't think that's too likely.... turns out these uber tall buildings are made to be "flexible" in the wind. It's good that we were already on the ground when I heard this or I'd be suddenly afraid of heights. My God. I'm not normally afraid of heights provided I have a room to stand in with walls and a ceiling and you know, a floor, but jeeez....
I don't know maybe I am in the process of losing weight. I know from weight watchers that my body acts odd when I have been working out. Something about the fluids or muscles or something, it takes like days to show any loss, and that was when I was only working out haphazardly. This everyday thing is throwing me off. I'm afraid to weigh myself now. If there is a new second digit I might die.
I was happier with scrubs this week than I was last. This is good because I was worried that my life hated me. I also talked to Nonnie last night, and she's doing alright. Bless her heart she's so set on telling me about every person who complimented my cousin and me for performing at the funeral, and she hasn't caught on that we don't need to hear that. Really. It's just not important, and if my cousin thinks the way I do, we both just think they're patronizing because I know for a fact that there was nothing special about my song other than the fact that I'll never do it again.
Anyway, I'm trying to train myself to run a bit. I pathetically low endurance, meaning after working up, I can run for 2 minutes. I'm going to push for three tonight. How pathetic am I? maybe if I can get to the point where I can at least do it I can work on my distaste for it. My mom used to tell me that when you get your mind past the tired and out of breath, you can get into this thoughtful mindset that is really awesome. maybe I'll get there someday.
I wish I had work to do today. I hate not having anything productive to do.