i am tired
Okay, I know. Who isn't tired? I know people who are
always tired and I wonder.
Do these people not sleep?
Is there some form of disorder here at work?
Are they just fucking whiners that make me want to slap the shit out of them?
I fancy the latter.
But I am tired tonight because I have not worked out this afternoon.
And you ask me why I have not worked out?
Because I have to teach a community education class tonight. My kids and I teach it to raise lots of money to pay for my next trip to...ergh, um, to pay for educational field trips and pedagogical experiences.
So I'm thinking "Well at least next week all I have is..."
*flip*
*flip*
*flip
*scream*
Okay, first of all, my calendar doesn't flip because it's on my computer and handheld computer. Second of all, why the hell do I feel the need to cram something into every bloody evening I have? It's not like they are
bad things or anything. In fact I look forward to all, well most, of them.
I have:
Monday: Paper grading night: Four Fun Filled Hours of Grading Paper after Paper after Paper...
Tuesday: American Idol!
Wednesday: Mystery Date Night...which is actually tickets to see Ellen Degeneress. Woo!
Thursday: Community Education Classes
Friday: Dinner with the girls
Saturday: Lesson plans
Sunday: Lesson plans
Monday: My birthday--Todai!
Tuesday: American Idol, duh!
Wednesday: Baby Shower AND book club at the same time. How I will accomplish that is beyond me.
Thursday: Community Education Class
Friday: Lock in LAN Party with my students...somebody shoot me. All night long.
Saturday: Mystery date
Sunday: Mystery date
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Holier Than Thou or "Never a Grain of Sugar Shall Pass My Lips"
Okay I just have to laugh. I'm reading message boards and someone is saying how they ate a brownie that was really gooey and good, but now they think they're going to throw up because they've been OP for like ten minutes and they "just can't eat like that any more."
Okay give me a break. I can totally eat like that! There are some things after a year that I'm a little more sensitive to, but I could sure put down a brownie in a New York minute if I wanted to!
I was in a restaurant one day and my companion said to me, looking at the dessert tray, "Oh I don't even WANT that stuff any more. That just doesn't even appeal to me! It doesn't to you either, does it?"
Hell yes! It all appeals to me! All of it! Every ooey, gooey, sugary, sticky bit of it. I just choose not to indulge.
Other people have said to me, "Oh I bet you don't ever eat refined sugars any more, do you?"
What are you kidding?
Sugar is my middle name!
I'd mainline the stuff if I could.
My point is this...eating right means using balance, not going too crazy one way or another. I'm not going to waste 15 points on a brownie when I have only 30 to eat in a day. It just ain't worth it, ladies and germs. At the same time if I thought I would never eat another brownie, or enjoy indulging in some of my favorite foods I would drop WW like a halitotic lover. Balance and control are the words of the day.
Don't restrict things you love, eat them in moderation and count the points.
Don't lie to yourself and tell yourself you can never eat a certain thing again. If you want it, eat it. For example I really would love to have a Cadbury Cream Egg. So last night my darling husband bought me one, I put it in the freezer to enjoy this weekend (when I eat higher in my point range), and I will indulge. It will probably be the only one I eat this Easter, but that's okay.
I suppose if you have to tell yourself you just can't eat something that is, for example, a red flag food then that's okay. I just find it amusing how people act like eating a balanced diet means never having to say "Pass the sugar."
Happy Monday!
I have no idea why, but today is a good day. I am feeling FINE! Nice change over yesterday when the
evil Tory showed up and berated my wonderful husband, grouched at the dogs all day, snapped at someone at the gym, and darn near had a meltdown because her water bottle fell off the table at the gym.
I enjoy being a girl....
NOT!!
But today? Today is a good day. I had a nice day at work, even though we had another bomb threat and had to stand outside for over and hour. I had one helluva workout today! Yesterday's was horrible. I couldn't lift more than 40 pounds, even though I was doing 50 last week. I wanted to throw the recumbant bike through a window because it was making my legs hurt. It just was NOT a good workout!
Today, though...I started out with 30 minutes on the elliptical, upping the level to 11. The time seemed to breeze by and at some point in my head I started singing a song about losing 100 pounds. (I have no idea why...don't question it. Just go with it.)
Then I moved onto the weights and for some reason decided to go to 60. Woo! I was able to do it. That's where I was pre-surgery so the body is back! I loved watching my muscles flex as I pushed pulled and strained against the weights.
After doing my lifting and even managing 10 chins, which I was unable to do last week, I moved onto abs and did not 100, not 200, but
300 crunches! I started planning to do my normal 200 (which I've just gotten back to), but then I did 103, so I decided to go to 125, then didn't pay attention and was at 156 before I knew it and just kept going until 194 when the stability ball popped out from under my butt, hit the guy behind me in the head, and left me lying on the ground laughing my ass off. I finished up with another 106 crunches, some hip thrusts, and side crunches.
I left feeling like a billion bucks. I've felt like a million bucks before, but a billion is a new high for me.
I wonder why some days I have to convince myself to work out and other days it's just a joy and I float out of there. Fortunately I only hit one of those "bleh" days every few weeks. On those days I just remind myself that I'm "paying rent" and it's worth it!
So I'm looking forward to a great week. Hopefully today was a good omen and the rest of the week will be just as awesome.
