Beep-beep-zip-bang!!

“Most of us can read the writing on the wall; we just assume it’s addressed to someone else.”
~ Ivern Ball

*reads quote off at right*

Well, the writing isn’t so much on the wall as it is ingrained in my waistline, the angry red marks showing where my favorite jeans are obviously not fitting so well anymore. I’ve always said that we each have the power within us to change the things we’re not happy about, so … I’m tired enough of bitching and whining and pissing and moaning about it, so it’s just time to do something about it.

“It” being Battle of the Bulge(s), part III. I’m going to do my best to approach all of this with humor and grace, but if I slip … don’t hate me. Just recognize that I am impossibly human, laugh with me and give me a hand back up and the biggest part? Don’t let me lose my dignity. Yeah, I’m demanding but like L’Oreal even knows I’m worth it.

I think a lot of this crappy feeling about everything is that I’ve backslid so hard in taking care of myself. One weekend I forgot to lay out my vitamins for the coming week (something I’ve done for nearly seven years!!), and didn’t get around to doing it that week … then the next week … and not really until the middle of the next week, then the next week I forgot again, etc. I’m back on track in that arena, but now I need to start getting up like 15-20 minutes earlier so I can take Gracie out for a quick spin around the block – which advertently wakes me up too and lets me get a better grip on the start of my day.

Getting up to walk really would have helped today – I hit the snooze one time too many and that put me behind schedule in getting ready as it was, and then mid-shower I remembered that I didn’t turn in a homework assignment that was due last night (it was done, I’m just so paranoid about plagiarism now that I had to run the paper through a plagiarism checker before I felt ok turning it in and I just … forgot about it. Duh). I got that taken care of, then busted butt in getting ready. I got to work on time but man what a ride here! About halfway here I had to do a mental check to make sure I was wearing a bra, for crying out loud, and I couldn’t tell you the color of my undies unless I dropped trou to check. I can tell you that they’re comfortable, though. Today is Very Exceptionally Fantastically Casual Friday. For chrissakes, I’m wearing flip-flops.

So anyway.

It’s Friday and I am trying to calm down enough to work. Feh.

Here – distract yourself with the sweetness that is my brother’s second child: