So, I always wondered what managers and department heads did that took so much time. Now I know. Since I’ve started this new job, I am, quite literally, busy every day all day week after week. It kind of feels good.
I’m not cutting it out completely. “Everything in moderation” is what my mother always said, and I believe she was/is right. My more specific goal is to limit my coffee intake to 1 cup/day. That is so totally doable.
Striking the balance between appreciation and losing your dignity is, I believe, key with this goal. I’m an independent gal and I know he appreciates that about me. I also know that it makes him happy to know that I care enough to still tell him I care. It makes me happy, too. I just don’t want to take him for granted. Ever.
I stopped subscribing to so-called “women’s” magazines a long time ago. They had no substance and I just felt bad about myself because I didn’t feel that I measured up to the women featured in the magazines. I also realized I don’t like being manipulated into believing I “need” certain things to be hip and/or cool. So I started subscribing to The Atlantic Monthly and Harper’s awhile ago, but I rarely get to read each one thoroughly before the next one comes, and I end up with a back-log of magazines that I never get to. Add to that the professional journals I get and it’s sheer craziness with the magazines. I can’t justify spending the money, no matter how worthwhile the content, if I don’t ever get to it. I enjoy them when I read them, I just get wrapped up in other things. Bad, bad, bad. If I can do it for 3 months, I think I’m okay.
....but I do feel that I would benefit from and be better informed if I watch some of the programs PBS has to offer. Maybe that’s naive, but I’d like to find out for sure.
I’m hoping to have this done (or at least started) tonight—right after I exercise and make some tea. It can’t be that difficult, right?
This one actually happened more consistently BEFORE I added it to my 43 Things list!
Okay - what do you get when you take a Culver’s Butter Burger, fried cheese curds, an almond-marshmallow sundae, and add cookies and cheetos, and then subtract working out for a week? 2 POUNDS - THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!! And that’s what I got when I stepped on the scale this morning. Feh. Between illness and trying to decide whether or not to take a new job, I’m a mess. And now the 2 lbs. Why oh why did I eat the butter burger? I think people only say they’re good because they don’t want to admit that something with a name like “Butter Burger” is anything but delicious. It really wasn’t so delicious. And DEFINITELY not worth 2 pounds. Now the cheetos on the other hand, they were worth it!
So, I used to be really frightened to sleep in an empty house. Terrified, in fact. Now I can do it and actually enjoy it, what with the quiet and all, but I still get nervous about someone breaking in. Last night I didn’t go to bed early but I was good and tired and thought I’d get really quality sleep. As soon as I started to drift off, though, I woke up suddenly and I realized it was because I had heard an unfamiliar noise, and I knew it had come from within the apartment. I HATE that. I lay in bed for several seconds, listening hard, trying to determine what it was I had heard. After a bit I realized that it couldn’t be someone in the apartment, as I would have surely heard footsteps (my floors are so creaky that I would hear a cockroach tiptoeing). That left the Big Question. Well, of course I had to get up an investigate. It turned out to be a suctioned shower hook that had my shower comb and loofah gloves hanging on it, which when it fell would make the exact noise I thought I had heard. Whew. Mystery solved. Now to sleep…..HAH!!! Not only did I have yucky, spooky dreams all night, but I completely forgot that I didn’t have to work until the afternoon today and set my alarm for 5:45 a.m. By the time my tired brain remembered what time I actually had to get up, I had snoozed about half a dozen times. Essentially, I was never able to get decent sleep and even though I stayed in bed until 9, I’m still wiped out.
Well, I did manage to exercise for 30 minutes last night after work (at 11:45 p.m.!) and I’m going to the gym again tonight, so that’s 3 for the week already. Everything else is just fat-free icing (only the kind that doesn’t taste fat free. Mmm…frosting).
I guess the birthday week isn’t a good week to accomplish this one, either. sigh
I did go to bed, but didn’t go to sleep right away. Still, I feel more rested this morning, so that’s good!
I do believe this will be the first goal I accomplish! Come Friday, I will be the proud owner of a hip, happenin’ shirt, screenprinted by Lazlo himself. Fabulous!
I’ve been working on this one for awhile now, and made considerable head-way for the first year and a half. I’ve seemed to have hit a plateau over the last few months though, and despite attempting to vary my workout routine with a number of super-activated-thigh-reducing workouts, have not seen results to my liking. So I joined a gym and met with a personal trainer to try to target those muscles more effectively. I’ve also started to increase my cardio intensity, which is proving more difficult than I had thought. But it feels good to be proactive, and I think I’m already seeing results again. Fingers are crossed!
This is going to be a bad week for meeting this goal, as it is my birthday week and there are several events taking place that will make it rather difficult. So, for this week, I’ve decided to slightly amend this goal to, “exercise 3 times a week.” The plan (that I just thought up in my head this second) is to visit the gym again on Wednesday and then exercise at home tomorrow morning and Saturday morning. The slope is feeling rather slippery right now….
