Well, today is day 3 of my little head cold thingie. Unfortunately I don't have any sick time so I've had to go to suck it up and go to work all week. It's actually good for me, I think. Usually when I'm sick, I don't even try. I just wake up feeling like shit and call in. This has actually forced me to get up and go to work and find out that it actually isn't so bad. So I'm congested all day...big deal. I just chalk it up to me getting revenge on all those fuckers who come to work sick and get me sick, dammit. Revenge is best served in a sneeze on your phone, biatch. MUA HA HA!
I'm actually enjoying being single this time around. Sure, I miss having someone to talk to about my day and snuggle with at night but the benefits seem to be far outweighing the things I miss. I can come home, slip directly into my fleece cupcake pajamas, and watch TV all night if I please. No more having to coordinate with a boyfriend who doesn't seem all that interested in hanging out with me anyway. The whole not having to check in with someone before making plans is a giant bonus for me. I was never really fond of that anyhow.
This is definitely the beginning of me time. Now that my Dad has passed away, I can start focusing on myself...my physical, mental, and spiritual health. When he was still alive, I felt guilty whenever I took time to do something for myself because I felt like I had plenty of time for all of that when he was gone. I should be spending every waking moment with him because the time I had left with him was limited. Even now that I know I did most everything I could, I still feel like I could have done so much more. I know you're not supposed to think like that but it's hard not to. All I ever wanted was to take his pain and sorrow away.
Anyhow, today is day 5 of not smoking. I almost did this afternoon when my coworkers and boss were attempting to drive me to insanity but I resisted! I ate 5 mini Milky Way bars instead. :-( Hey, they're mini, dammit! I still felt guilty but it was better than smoking, especially since I'm sick. I've been eating a LOT better (aside from the Milky Way). Hummus and naan is my new staple and one of these days I'll get off my ass and broil come chicken breasts. I know one of the keys to my losing weight is the pre-preparation of my meals so I never have to think about what I'm going to eat. It's just there and ready. No going out to eat and no eating junk from the vending machines. My ultimate goal is to have the body I've always wanted by the time I'm 30. So, I have 385 days. Can I get a FUCK YEAH?!
Okay, time to down some NyQuil and pass out.
I'm actually enjoying being single this time around. Sure, I miss having someone to talk to about my day and snuggle with at night but the benefits seem to be far outweighing the things I miss. I can come home, slip directly into my fleece cupcake pajamas, and watch TV all night if I please. No more having to coordinate with a boyfriend who doesn't seem all that interested in hanging out with me anyway. The whole not having to check in with someone before making plans is a giant bonus for me. I was never really fond of that anyhow.
This is definitely the beginning of me time. Now that my Dad has passed away, I can start focusing on myself...my physical, mental, and spiritual health. When he was still alive, I felt guilty whenever I took time to do something for myself because I felt like I had plenty of time for all of that when he was gone. I should be spending every waking moment with him because the time I had left with him was limited. Even now that I know I did most everything I could, I still feel like I could have done so much more. I know you're not supposed to think like that but it's hard not to. All I ever wanted was to take his pain and sorrow away.
Anyhow, today is day 5 of not smoking. I almost did this afternoon when my coworkers and boss were attempting to drive me to insanity but I resisted! I ate 5 mini Milky Way bars instead. :-( Hey, they're mini, dammit! I still felt guilty but it was better than smoking, especially since I'm sick. I've been eating a LOT better (aside from the Milky Way). Hummus and naan is my new staple and one of these days I'll get off my ass and broil come chicken breasts. I know one of the keys to my losing weight is the pre-preparation of my meals so I never have to think about what I'm going to eat. It's just there and ready. No going out to eat and no eating junk from the vending machines. My ultimate goal is to have the body I've always wanted by the time I'm 30. So, I have 385 days. Can I get a FUCK YEAH?!
Okay, time to down some NyQuil and pass out.
tngregory:
i'm sorry to hear about your father. drop me a note if you'd care to talk about it. anytime.