Relaxed evening of a Living Dead Girl
I really have nothing to write about at the moment, but for the first time in ages the mood has struck me and I have time, so here goes.
Among other things, I need to stop, take a breath and remind myself that there are things in my life other than work, cleaning the house and worrying. This may seem strange but it is how I've spent most of December. Don't get me wrong, there have been some great times with friends, too, but now that I've had a few days off and time to relax I realise how tense I was.
So. Here is me.
I love Aerosmith and Alice Cooper, among others.
I love almost anything cherry-flavoured. I would prefer natural-tasting sour cherry to artificial sweet cherry but I'll take either in a pinch.
I like having a clean house but I dislike cleaning it. If I don't keep it totally spotless I'm likely to let it descend into a pit of filth.
I love my two cats very much.
I try to be honest and fair in whatever I do.
I love my job and I always strive to do it to the best of my ability, because at the end of the day, I want to leave work knowing I did myself proud.
I would really like it if I had enough money to live comfortably (by which I mean without financial worry rather than in an affluent fashion) without renting out my spare room, but I don't so I'll just have to deal with it.
There are days when I'm so tired that I want nothing more than to crawl under my covers as soon as I get home. Sometimes I do.
I'm annoyed with myself because I had lost a fair amount of weight and now I've put a fair amount of *that* back on. However, I'm not going to beat myself up over it, I've done it before so I can do it again and I will. That brings me to the next part of my post. I have a plan. This is it:
I can make it to the gym two-three evenings a week. Monday and Wednesday are definite nights when I can do two classes back-to-back. I have kickboxing every Tuesday. The timing's not ideal, I'd prefer if it wasn't Mon-Tues-Wed, but I feel the Monday and Wednesday classes at the gym benefit me more in one visit. I don't want to skip kickboxing, either, so I'll just have to suck it up.
But I digress.
The other nights I could potentially make it to the gym are Thursday and Friday. Obviously. Saturday has too much stuff crowded into not enough time and Sunday is my one full day off from everything, although I am going to try to go for a run sometimes. So Thursday I'll go to a yoga class if I get a chance and Friday I can fit an hour in after work. I will, obviously, be giving myself some time off from fitness each week or my house will never get cleaned and groceries will never get bought and I'll end up eating crap that just makes me feel worse. If I need a break on a Monday or Wednesday I'll take it and make sure I do an extra evening. Ditto for if I take time off for mobile hairdressing. Anything else that arises, I'll try to compensate for by cutting back on my calories that week. I usually walk to and from work so that's free exercise built into my day.
Whew. That sounds like a lot of stuff that is really interesting only to me. But I feel better seeing it there in black and white, plus I can write notes to myself about my progress. The big treat is that when I achieve my first goal, I can chomp down on a cigar and say, "I love it when a plan comes together."
Among other things, I need to stop, take a breath and remind myself that there are things in my life other than work, cleaning the house and worrying. This may seem strange but it is how I've spent most of December. Don't get me wrong, there have been some great times with friends, too, but now that I've had a few days off and time to relax I realise how tense I was.
So. Here is me.
I love Aerosmith and Alice Cooper, among others.
I love almost anything cherry-flavoured. I would prefer natural-tasting sour cherry to artificial sweet cherry but I'll take either in a pinch.
I like having a clean house but I dislike cleaning it. If I don't keep it totally spotless I'm likely to let it descend into a pit of filth.
I love my two cats very much.
I try to be honest and fair in whatever I do.
I love my job and I always strive to do it to the best of my ability, because at the end of the day, I want to leave work knowing I did myself proud.
I would really like it if I had enough money to live comfortably (by which I mean without financial worry rather than in an affluent fashion) without renting out my spare room, but I don't so I'll just have to deal with it.
There are days when I'm so tired that I want nothing more than to crawl under my covers as soon as I get home. Sometimes I do.
I'm annoyed with myself because I had lost a fair amount of weight and now I've put a fair amount of *that* back on. However, I'm not going to beat myself up over it, I've done it before so I can do it again and I will. That brings me to the next part of my post. I have a plan. This is it:
I can make it to the gym two-three evenings a week. Monday and Wednesday are definite nights when I can do two classes back-to-back. I have kickboxing every Tuesday. The timing's not ideal, I'd prefer if it wasn't Mon-Tues-Wed, but I feel the Monday and Wednesday classes at the gym benefit me more in one visit. I don't want to skip kickboxing, either, so I'll just have to suck it up.
But I digress.
The other nights I could potentially make it to the gym are Thursday and Friday. Obviously. Saturday has too much stuff crowded into not enough time and Sunday is my one full day off from everything, although I am going to try to go for a run sometimes. So Thursday I'll go to a yoga class if I get a chance and Friday I can fit an hour in after work. I will, obviously, be giving myself some time off from fitness each week or my house will never get cleaned and groceries will never get bought and I'll end up eating crap that just makes me feel worse. If I need a break on a Monday or Wednesday I'll take it and make sure I do an extra evening. Ditto for if I take time off for mobile hairdressing. Anything else that arises, I'll try to compensate for by cutting back on my calories that week. I usually walk to and from work so that's free exercise built into my day.
Whew. That sounds like a lot of stuff that is really interesting only to me. But I feel better seeing it there in black and white, plus I can write notes to myself about my progress. The big treat is that when I achieve my first goal, I can chomp down on a cigar and say, "I love it when a plan comes together."