Generals gathered in their masses....
I'm currently looking pretty stupid. I am perched upon my bed, hair coated in ashy-colored dye, in a too-small tank top. Nintendo is beside me, purring as he appreciates the heap of blankets I left when I got up.
I am on a few hours of sleep. I am tired, I feel the edge, but I'm just sort of rolling with it for now.
I'm feeling fairly productive today. I'm going to shower when I'm due, and after that, I think I may swap out my clothes for the season - pack my shorts away and straighten up my closet. I've been far too neglectful with that and it's getting to me. I need order and organization. I need laundry to be done.
I know I'll crash at some point this evening for a few hours, get back up and spend the night with Andy after he gets off work. I need to bike somewhere today. I'd gotten a little lazy after getting injured and sick, so I've started my "BIKE EVERYDAY!" campaign, because, yeah, I can feel the weight slipping back into place. I've been focusing on portion control, which is hard to do because Andy wants me to eat all the fucking time (I have been force fed many things, such as ice cream and sour patch kids. I know, he's weird). Fruit, veggies. I think I'm going to make a pear-banana yogurt smoothie after the shower, but before the cleaning.
I love when the seasons change. They always drive me to intense levels of productivity.
I've gone grocery shopping (this time Andy and See-Jay helped... yay!) and cleaned the kitchen. I tried to tackle the living room, but everything in there belongs to Andy and See-Jay... they're nerds and have magic cards everywhere. I dare not fuck with them. Sigh, guess I just have to make my own space.
I'm going to also write my workout plan. Nothing too specific, just elaborating on the bike everyday thing. On days I work, bike shorter distances, and then kick it up on days that I do not work. Sit ups, crunches... some easy 15-min routine that I can do when I have a few to myself. I'm over wanting to be skin and bones, but I would like more tone. My stomach has me terrified.
Listening to Dresden Dolls. Makes me realize I need far more female artists on my ITunes.
I am on a few hours of sleep. I am tired, I feel the edge, but I'm just sort of rolling with it for now.
I'm feeling fairly productive today. I'm going to shower when I'm due, and after that, I think I may swap out my clothes for the season - pack my shorts away and straighten up my closet. I've been far too neglectful with that and it's getting to me. I need order and organization. I need laundry to be done.
I know I'll crash at some point this evening for a few hours, get back up and spend the night with Andy after he gets off work. I need to bike somewhere today. I'd gotten a little lazy after getting injured and sick, so I've started my "BIKE EVERYDAY!" campaign, because, yeah, I can feel the weight slipping back into place. I've been focusing on portion control, which is hard to do because Andy wants me to eat all the fucking time (I have been force fed many things, such as ice cream and sour patch kids. I know, he's weird). Fruit, veggies. I think I'm going to make a pear-banana yogurt smoothie after the shower, but before the cleaning.
I love when the seasons change. They always drive me to intense levels of productivity.
I've gone grocery shopping (this time Andy and See-Jay helped... yay!) and cleaned the kitchen. I tried to tackle the living room, but everything in there belongs to Andy and See-Jay... they're nerds and have magic cards everywhere. I dare not fuck with them. Sigh, guess I just have to make my own space.
I'm going to also write my workout plan. Nothing too specific, just elaborating on the bike everyday thing. On days I work, bike shorter distances, and then kick it up on days that I do not work. Sit ups, crunches... some easy 15-min routine that I can do when I have a few to myself. I'm over wanting to be skin and bones, but I would like more tone. My stomach has me terrified.
Listening to Dresden Dolls. Makes me realize I need far more female artists on my ITunes.