I was getting tired of my drab and dreary green comforter set and decided to get something new. This set was on sale for 25 bucks! It included everything and I love how it looks!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
First Day of School, A Review
Getting up for school was surprisingly easy. I anticipated much grumbling and kicking at the alarm clock and rolling back over under the covers, but since I've been forcing myself awake early the past two weeks, this week was cake. I got out of bed, only laying there twelve minutes after the alarm went off, and hopped in the shower. I had some yogurt and a glass of milk for breakfast, and packed some leftover pizza in a cooler for lunch. I knew I already had stir fry at work for dinner (I brought it in on Friday and didn't eat it) so I was all set.
Parking at IUS, especially when classes first start, is a total nightmare. After the first two or three weeks, though, people drop classes and just don't show up to as many classes and thus parking becomes less of a fuss. I trundled around and around the lots, looking for anyone leaving the buildings, eyeing them hungrily as they approached their cars, aiming to take their spot as soon as they vacated it. Finally, almost twenty minutes after arriving at campus, I found a spot.... on the clear opposite side of campus than my first class. And, continuing my streak of genius ideas, I wore a dress and heels to look sophisticated and nice on my first day back...
I regretted that decision halfway across campus. My feet were hurting and I considered taking my shoes off and strolling across the grass, but I held off because the pathway was actually a quicker route, and found my class. There weren't many seats left when I arrived, but I found one near the front, which is where I like to sit. I was sitting in the desk, arranging my things, putting my cell phone on silent mode, when I suddenly noticed something...
My stomach wasn't touching the front of the desk.
Last time I was in school, which was about a year ago, the desks were so very uncomfortable for me. But today, I sat in them easily, my ass fit on the seat without ballooning over the sides uncomfortably, and I had a good inch or two between my tummy and the desktop. I wanted to jump for joy, clap, whoop, and holler, but I just sat there, grinning to myself and giving myself an imaginary pat on the back.
The rest of my day went quite well! If you're curious, under the cut I'll impart the tale of the first two classes of this semester! :)
Parking at IUS, especially when classes first start, is a total nightmare. After the first two or three weeks, though, people drop classes and just don't show up to as many classes and thus parking becomes less of a fuss. I trundled around and around the lots, looking for anyone leaving the buildings, eyeing them hungrily as they approached their cars, aiming to take their spot as soon as they vacated it. Finally, almost twenty minutes after arriving at campus, I found a spot.... on the clear opposite side of campus than my first class. And, continuing my streak of genius ideas, I wore a dress and heels to look sophisticated and nice on my first day back...
I regretted that decision halfway across campus. My feet were hurting and I considered taking my shoes off and strolling across the grass, but I held off because the pathway was actually a quicker route, and found my class. There weren't many seats left when I arrived, but I found one near the front, which is where I like to sit. I was sitting in the desk, arranging my things, putting my cell phone on silent mode, when I suddenly noticed something...
My stomach wasn't touching the front of the desk.
Last time I was in school, which was about a year ago, the desks were so very uncomfortable for me. But today, I sat in them easily, my ass fit on the seat without ballooning over the sides uncomfortably, and I had a good inch or two between my tummy and the desktop. I wanted to jump for joy, clap, whoop, and holler, but I just sat there, grinning to myself and giving myself an imaginary pat on the back.
The rest of my day went quite well! If you're curious, under the cut I'll impart the tale of the first two classes of this semester! :)
First Day of School!
I start back to school today for my third semester of college. I'm excited and also nervous. I can't wait to get back into the swing of a full schedule and writing papers and learning and doing homework and giving presentations and all that fun stuff.
I'm wearing my new dress today, maybe. I can't decide if it's worth the risk of blinding everyone with my pale pale legs. They look even worse since I got a tan on my arms. It seriously looks like I'm wearing white tights. So maybe I should wear a long skirt for my first day so as not to scar anyone for life! I'll probably chicken out and wear my long skirt today, but I had my heart set on wearing this dress. I just don't think it looks good with my shockingly white legs. If my arms weren't tanned, it wouldn't look so awkward... -sigh-
Sometimes I really hate worrying what other people think. Who cares if I have white ghost legs and tanned arms? Obviously I haven't let my legs get burned. And if anyone cared to ask, I would explain that I didn't want to be tanned at all because for the past week I was in excruciating pain from the terrible sunburn I had on my arms and shoulders. (Which is STILL peeling and itching like mad.) So if it were up to me, not only would my legs still be ghost-white, but my arms and shoulders would be, too, because I didn't go through any happy times to get them tan.
But no one will ask, they will just think, "Damn, her legs are white!!!!"
I might just go for it and not care how bad it looks. LOL. Simply because I'm too lazy to change...
I'm wearing my new dress today, maybe. I can't decide if it's worth the risk of blinding everyone with my pale pale legs. They look even worse since I got a tan on my arms. It seriously looks like I'm wearing white tights. So maybe I should wear a long skirt for my first day so as not to scar anyone for life! I'll probably chicken out and wear my long skirt today, but I had my heart set on wearing this dress. I just don't think it looks good with my shockingly white legs. If my arms weren't tanned, it wouldn't look so awkward... -sigh-
Sometimes I really hate worrying what other people think. Who cares if I have white ghost legs and tanned arms? Obviously I haven't let my legs get burned. And if anyone cared to ask, I would explain that I didn't want to be tanned at all because for the past week I was in excruciating pain from the terrible sunburn I had on my arms and shoulders. (Which is STILL peeling and itching like mad.) So if it were up to me, not only would my legs still be ghost-white, but my arms and shoulders would be, too, because I didn't go through any happy times to get them tan.
But no one will ask, they will just think, "Damn, her legs are white!!!!"
I might just go for it and not care how bad it looks. LOL. Simply because I'm too lazy to change...
Friday, August 26, 2011
To-Do List
Saturday -
House Chores (Dishes, Laundry, Floors, Bathroom, Bedding)
Spend $10 Kohl's gift card
Visit grandparents
Sunday -
Plan meals for the week
Grocery shopping
Hang with Chandra
House Chores (Dishes, Laundry, Floors, Bathroom, Bedding)
Spend $10 Kohl's gift card
Visit grandparents
Sunday -
Plan meals for the week
Grocery shopping
Hang with Chandra
Not Missing Facebook
I have quite a few issues with the way our world is changing and "evolving" to incorporate everyday use of the internet. Stop and think about it for just one second. In essence, the internet is becoming a universal consciousness, almost like a shared brain, where everyone can instantly and immediately access any random information they might need. Having a conversation with someone and they can't remember the name of an actor in the movie you're discussing? I guarantee within seconds, a Google window will be opened on someone's smart phone and the answer will be procured within moments. Some see this as a good thing. I see it as a terrible thing.
First of all, you didn't have to exercise any areas of the memory that you normally would have had to stretch and wake up and use to find information you already know but can't immediately remember. Those sections of your brain pertaining to retrieving, storing, and accessing long and short-term memories are being left behind for the use of your thumbs. You just have to type on your little smart phone keyboard, hit enter, and your questions are immediately answered. Your brain is no longer used to store knowledge.
I know I feel it in my generation, because I grew up with computers already available in the home. I've seen the invention of the iPhone, Blackberry, and Android smart phones. I've seen the internet become easier and easier to access and have daily interactions with, and it's starting to become obvious how the internet is dumbing down the population, as opposed to boosting it up and making it "smarter". I haven't had the greatest memory anyway, but I find it harder and harder to ever remember anything anymore. I don't have to, I can just open a web browser on my phone and search for any answer I need.
Sadly, smart phones are also creating boundaries and walls between people. Instead of connecting us, they separate us. Think of the last time you called someone just to talk. You just wanted to spend a little while just talking about nothing and everything. Did you instead write on their wall on Facebook? How much of an interaction did that warrant? Was it as satisfying as hearing their laugh? Did you miss learning how they feel, think, or reacted to something through the tone of their voice? Did you actually feel connected to that person?
If you did, I'm not sure how you could, and maybe you aren't a very social person at all. For me, I gain more satisfaction from eye contact, vocal inflection, touch, seeing their eyes crinkle around the corners when they genuinely smile... I like being around someone. But for the longest time, I gave all that up for interaction on Facebook. I decided that telling everyone the minute "highlights" of my day and whatever was on my mind was enough! It's not. I'm finding out who my true friends are, because they are the ones reaching out to me beyond Facebook. They are the ones I get to spend more time with now, and have more to talk about when we do get to spend that time together, in person.
They don't know everything that's happened in my life, they haven't been able to read my status updates. I have to tell them, they have to ask, they get to learn, and I get to teach. I love hearing about what someone has been through, but for those still connected to Facebook, it's hard for them to express that information. They have already expunged and expelled it on Facebook, and aren't keeping those ideas and events fresh in their minds. So they have to retrieve that information, and it's weary watching the struggle in their eyes as they try to remember just what have they been up to since we last talked. I've even seen someone pull up their Facebook profile to glance over their statuses to tell me what's happened in the last week.
That's so sad, I can't begin to express how sad that is. Are we not living our lives anymore? Are your days really centered around writing statuses on Facebook? Is every experience immediately dumbed down to the amount of characters that fit in a status? Are only the experiences worth a status worth remembering and enjoying and feeling?
I'm so glad I gave up Facebook. I wish everyone else would as well. My life is more rich, I can enjoy every moment without pulling out my phone to explain it to my Facebook friends on my wall as soon as something happens. I have to hold on to the emotions, the way something makes me feel, I have to remember it and hold it and treasure it and bring it up to tell a friend about it in person. I feel like I can live now and before, I wasn't.
Best decision ever. I have to thank Jon a great deal, because his constant teasing and belittling of me using Facebook helped me to make that final decision to delete my profile. I also have to thank several friends from Facebook who posted the most mundane and annoying things that got under my skin and also pushed me to be rid of it. Thank you, because I am so much better off without it.
Give it a try! For just one week, disable your account, and see how much better life is. You'll be forced to give someone a phone call, so you can know what they are up to and share their lives with them. You'll be forced to experience your life for yourself and not for the sake of spouting about it on Facebook. You'll be forced to have actual interactions with actual people! And that's not so bad, I promise!!!!!!
So stand with me and forget Facebook. It isn't giving you anything positive in your life.
First of all, you didn't have to exercise any areas of the memory that you normally would have had to stretch and wake up and use to find information you already know but can't immediately remember. Those sections of your brain pertaining to retrieving, storing, and accessing long and short-term memories are being left behind for the use of your thumbs. You just have to type on your little smart phone keyboard, hit enter, and your questions are immediately answered. Your brain is no longer used to store knowledge.
I know I feel it in my generation, because I grew up with computers already available in the home. I've seen the invention of the iPhone, Blackberry, and Android smart phones. I've seen the internet become easier and easier to access and have daily interactions with, and it's starting to become obvious how the internet is dumbing down the population, as opposed to boosting it up and making it "smarter". I haven't had the greatest memory anyway, but I find it harder and harder to ever remember anything anymore. I don't have to, I can just open a web browser on my phone and search for any answer I need.
Sadly, smart phones are also creating boundaries and walls between people. Instead of connecting us, they separate us. Think of the last time you called someone just to talk. You just wanted to spend a little while just talking about nothing and everything. Did you instead write on their wall on Facebook? How much of an interaction did that warrant? Was it as satisfying as hearing their laugh? Did you miss learning how they feel, think, or reacted to something through the tone of their voice? Did you actually feel connected to that person?
If you did, I'm not sure how you could, and maybe you aren't a very social person at all. For me, I gain more satisfaction from eye contact, vocal inflection, touch, seeing their eyes crinkle around the corners when they genuinely smile... I like being around someone. But for the longest time, I gave all that up for interaction on Facebook. I decided that telling everyone the minute "highlights" of my day and whatever was on my mind was enough! It's not. I'm finding out who my true friends are, because they are the ones reaching out to me beyond Facebook. They are the ones I get to spend more time with now, and have more to talk about when we do get to spend that time together, in person.
They don't know everything that's happened in my life, they haven't been able to read my status updates. I have to tell them, they have to ask, they get to learn, and I get to teach. I love hearing about what someone has been through, but for those still connected to Facebook, it's hard for them to express that information. They have already expunged and expelled it on Facebook, and aren't keeping those ideas and events fresh in their minds. So they have to retrieve that information, and it's weary watching the struggle in their eyes as they try to remember just what have they been up to since we last talked. I've even seen someone pull up their Facebook profile to glance over their statuses to tell me what's happened in the last week.
That's so sad, I can't begin to express how sad that is. Are we not living our lives anymore? Are your days really centered around writing statuses on Facebook? Is every experience immediately dumbed down to the amount of characters that fit in a status? Are only the experiences worth a status worth remembering and enjoying and feeling?
I'm so glad I gave up Facebook. I wish everyone else would as well. My life is more rich, I can enjoy every moment without pulling out my phone to explain it to my Facebook friends on my wall as soon as something happens. I have to hold on to the emotions, the way something makes me feel, I have to remember it and hold it and treasure it and bring it up to tell a friend about it in person. I feel like I can live now and before, I wasn't.
Best decision ever. I have to thank Jon a great deal, because his constant teasing and belittling of me using Facebook helped me to make that final decision to delete my profile. I also have to thank several friends from Facebook who posted the most mundane and annoying things that got under my skin and also pushed me to be rid of it. Thank you, because I am so much better off without it.
Give it a try! For just one week, disable your account, and see how much better life is. You'll be forced to give someone a phone call, so you can know what they are up to and share their lives with them. You'll be forced to experience your life for yourself and not for the sake of spouting about it on Facebook. You'll be forced to have actual interactions with actual people! And that's not so bad, I promise!!!!!!
So stand with me and forget Facebook. It isn't giving you anything positive in your life.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
It's Too Cliche, I Won't Say I'm in Love...
Plot Twist:
This blog is still going to focus on my personal journey to finding my own health and happiness. I hope to act as inspiration, motivation, and a source of information about how to lose weight and gain confidence and the strength to be happy. However, you loyal readers out there, all two of you, may have noticed that this blog is getting more and more personal and a place where I seem to be placing random thoughts and ramblings about goings-on in my life that may or may not have an obvious link to the topics I've covered on this blog in the past. The blog is getting more personal, I must say, because I deleted my Facebook. So instead of blurting out the random ideas in status updates and mundane rambling notes, I've taken to dumping the most impressive and interesting of them here. I try to keep this blog just for mentions of what I'm doing to become happier and healthier, but I also find myself wanting to share parts of myself that may not be helpful to YOUR personal journey. I apologize for those types of entries, if they distract or annoy you. I'll try to keep them to a minimum, but sometimes to get something off my mind, I have to dump it somewhere, and this is the only blog I have active at the moment.
Love.
Love is Strange.
Love is something I've read about, heard about, listened to songs about, dreamed about, and laughed and/or cried about.
Love is personal.
Love is grief.
Love is joy.
Love is something no one can live without.
Love isn't real.
Love makes love.
Love is all you need. If you're a Beatles' fan...
Love is.
I may not be a smart man. But I know what love is. It jumped up and bit me in the buttocks!
Ok, ok, I'm getting strange now... quoting Forrest Gump is when the cryptic introduction sentences need to stop and they shall.
I find myself at a weird emotional crossroads. I have feelings for a man. Gasp, I know. All those summers watching my friends be in love and happy and knowing that behind their knowing smiles and gentle pats on my shoulder, they were wondering if I would ever find a love like theirs. And I was wondering the very same thing. Have I found it? When will I know? Will I ever know? How do I know? Will I wake up one day with a smile and firmly nod at the ceiling, just knowing that I've found love and will have it forever?
Does love truly exist beyond Disney princesses and Ryan Gosling's adorable southern accent in The Notebook? Does love only appear when Kate Winslet cracks Leo's frozen fingers from her still-alive hand and lets him slide into the cold dark depths? Is love only a work of fiction, imagination, and story-telling? Or is it something that will happen for everyone?
Even though I have somehow stumbled across someone who happily haunts my every waking and sleeping moment, I'm still not sure. Even though I've found someone who I feel absolutely sexually compatible with, I'm still not sure. Even though I've found someone who makes me have a goofy smile on my face whenever I think of him, I'm still not sure. Even though I know if he asked, I would pack up everything I own and hop on the next plane to run into his arms, I'm still not sure. Even though I've found someone who makes me unbearably happy and then excruciatingly sad, sometimes in the very same day, I'm still not sure. Even though I've found someone who the very thought of never hearing from again makes my heart literally skip a few hundred beats in my chest and my world slide away into blank dark nothingness, I'm still not sure.
When and how will I ever know? Should I try and answer that question? In asking and seeking to answer that question, am I taking for granted just living in the moment of whatever it is I've found and just enjoying it for what it is while I have it? Does analyzing the matter ruin it?
Probably... so I won't. I won't keep asking myself the question. Am I in love? Do I love him? I know the general answer, but I'm too scared to say it out loud. I'm too scared to feel it. I'm too scared to allow it to be alive! Even though it makes me happy. It truly does.
So I won't examine or question it. That takes the fun out of it anyhow.
This blog is still going to focus on my personal journey to finding my own health and happiness. I hope to act as inspiration, motivation, and a source of information about how to lose weight and gain confidence and the strength to be happy. However, you loyal readers out there, all two of you, may have noticed that this blog is getting more and more personal and a place where I seem to be placing random thoughts and ramblings about goings-on in my life that may or may not have an obvious link to the topics I've covered on this blog in the past. The blog is getting more personal, I must say, because I deleted my Facebook. So instead of blurting out the random ideas in status updates and mundane rambling notes, I've taken to dumping the most impressive and interesting of them here. I try to keep this blog just for mentions of what I'm doing to become happier and healthier, but I also find myself wanting to share parts of myself that may not be helpful to YOUR personal journey. I apologize for those types of entries, if they distract or annoy you. I'll try to keep them to a minimum, but sometimes to get something off my mind, I have to dump it somewhere, and this is the only blog I have active at the moment.
Love.
Love is Strange.
Love is something I've read about, heard about, listened to songs about, dreamed about, and laughed and/or cried about.
Love is personal.
Love is grief.
Love is joy.
Love is something no one can live without.
Love isn't real.
Love makes love.
Love is all you need. If you're a Beatles' fan...
Love is.
I may not be a smart man. But I know what love is. It jumped up and bit me in the buttocks!
Ok, ok, I'm getting strange now... quoting Forrest Gump is when the cryptic introduction sentences need to stop and they shall.
I find myself at a weird emotional crossroads. I have feelings for a man. Gasp, I know. All those summers watching my friends be in love and happy and knowing that behind their knowing smiles and gentle pats on my shoulder, they were wondering if I would ever find a love like theirs. And I was wondering the very same thing. Have I found it? When will I know? Will I ever know? How do I know? Will I wake up one day with a smile and firmly nod at the ceiling, just knowing that I've found love and will have it forever?
Does love truly exist beyond Disney princesses and Ryan Gosling's adorable southern accent in The Notebook? Does love only appear when Kate Winslet cracks Leo's frozen fingers from her still-alive hand and lets him slide into the cold dark depths? Is love only a work of fiction, imagination, and story-telling? Or is it something that will happen for everyone?
Even though I have somehow stumbled across someone who happily haunts my every waking and sleeping moment, I'm still not sure. Even though I've found someone who I feel absolutely sexually compatible with, I'm still not sure. Even though I've found someone who makes me have a goofy smile on my face whenever I think of him, I'm still not sure. Even though I know if he asked, I would pack up everything I own and hop on the next plane to run into his arms, I'm still not sure. Even though I've found someone who makes me unbearably happy and then excruciatingly sad, sometimes in the very same day, I'm still not sure. Even though I've found someone who the very thought of never hearing from again makes my heart literally skip a few hundred beats in my chest and my world slide away into blank dark nothingness, I'm still not sure.
When and how will I ever know? Should I try and answer that question? In asking and seeking to answer that question, am I taking for granted just living in the moment of whatever it is I've found and just enjoying it for what it is while I have it? Does analyzing the matter ruin it?
Probably... so I won't. I won't keep asking myself the question. Am I in love? Do I love him? I know the general answer, but I'm too scared to say it out loud. I'm too scared to feel it. I'm too scared to allow it to be alive! Even though it makes me happy. It truly does.
So I won't examine or question it. That takes the fun out of it anyhow.
Daydreaming About Dresses
I'm getting more and more into clothes, and I can't wait to be at a weight where I feel more comfortable with my body and will feel free enough to wear the clothes I imagine myself one day wearing... Here are some items I'm craving like crazy, and if I find them, I'll be so so happy and so happy to wear them.
Under the cut, my clothesgasms...
Revising and Remodeling
This year is quickly leaking away and 2012 will be here before I know it. I have so many goals I am expecting to reach by this year’s swiftly-approaching end that these next four months are going to be full of hard work and dedication and nothing else. There is no more room for error, lack of motivation, or time off. I have to kick myself into high gear, refusing to slack off or let myself down. I can’t let life, laziness, or luck get in my way. The only person I can blame for failure is myself and I’m simply not going to allow that to happen. I won’t let myself down. I have nowhere to go but forward because going backward or staying stagnant are not options for me.
I start school on Monday, and that’s going to be a daunting strain on my sleeping, eating, and exercising schedule. It will literally take five hours from my day, and put me in a chair in a classroom for those five hours. Beyond those five hours a day Monday through Friday, I will have to fit in additional hours every week that I’ll be spending doing homework, studying, researching, and writing papers. I’m still working my full-time job, and still going to exercise for at least an hour every day. Where will I find time to do all of this?
No question. I will simply do it. The hours are there, I just have to seize them and make every minute of every day count. Some people hate having hectic schedules, but for me, I find myself striving on the adrenaline rush of stress to fit everything into my day. I like settling into bed in the evening, exhausted because my feet pounded pavement and my mind raced around my skull all day trying to fit in everything I needed to do in that day. I like mentally cataloguing everything I did that day and impressing myself with the sheer amount of activities and work I managed to fit in.
I didn’t sit around and watch an America’s Next Top Model marathon all day, I went to two classes, ate home-cooked food for every meal, worked out twice, went to work, did homework, picked up groceries, cleaned my apartment, and then made myself a glass of strawberry milk and read five chapters in a book I’m reading for pure pleasure before curling up into bed and dreaming sweet dreams of how well the next day should go. I love those kinds of days.
I’m sure my tune will change in a week when the lack of sleep and rushing around gets under my skin, but once I get back into the groove of being constantly busy, I will really love it and will thrive on it. There is one aspect of my life that I will miss a lot, and that’s spending time talking to Jon. We’re already dealing with 3,000 miles of literal distance, and then five hours of time difference in order to speak to each other and be a part of each other’s lives. Going back to school will cut into our time together, but in the long-run, it will be worth it. I’ll be one semester closer to getting my degree, and thus one semester closer to moving to England.
I am biting at the bit to get this party started. I can’t wait to get back into Too Busy to Breathe Mode. I have sixty more pounds to lose by next April, I have four classes to pass, I have a job to keep, and I have friends and family to spend time with and appreciate. I will succeed in all these areas with time and energy to spare! Wish me luck!
Monday, August 22, 2011
Happiness is....
quite a few things for me. The list changes from day to day, minute to minute, thought to thought. What makes me feel happy this second may have been something I hated or had never even knew existed yesterday. In the future, whole new things can make me happy. Today, these things come immediately to mind when I contemplate the feeling of happiness:
Music.
Thought-Provoking Conversation.
Feeling Wanted/Needed/Loved.
Making Someone Genuinely Laugh/Someone Making Me Genuinely Laugh.
Good Food.
Dancing.
Singing.
Writing.
Reading.
Learning.
Dreaming.
Accomplishing Goals/Tasks.
I shall elaborate on music behind the cut.
Music.
Thought-Provoking Conversation.
Feeling Wanted/Needed/Loved.
Making Someone Genuinely Laugh/Someone Making Me Genuinely Laugh.
Good Food.
Dancing.
Singing.
Writing.
Reading.
Learning.
Dreaming.
Accomplishing Goals/Tasks.
I shall elaborate on music behind the cut.
Sweet Confucius
"A common (wo)man marvels at the uncommon things, a wise (wo)man marvels at the commonplace."
Be amazed at the things around you. The world is a beautiful, intimidating, awe-inspiring, terrifying, wonderful world of new growth and old experiences to learn and expand from. Make the most of every oppurtunity no matter how well praticed or mundane. Every day is truly new and nothing could replace it.
Home Sweet... When is my next vacation?
I survived my week in Florida, visiting one of my best friends and her estranged mother. The mother and her constant nagging and Wal-Mart trips aside, the vacation was a wonderful respite from the daily grind of working my mundane job here in Indiana. The weather in Florida was beautiful, the beaches I visited were beautiful, the people in Florida were beautiful. The women with their flowing sundresses and the men with their board shorts and toned surfer's abs.... tanned skin everywhere!
Tourists could feel tropical and exotic and the locals feed off our esteemed admiration for their sculpted beach bum bodies and sun-darkened skin. I could get used to vacationing in Florida. I never did so as a kid, and my first trip to Florida didn't happen until I was eighteen. Four years later I still wouldn't want to live in Florida, but taking week-long vacations there seems to strike my fancy.
I stayed in Palm Coast, which is conveniently only a half hour drive from both St. Augustine (the nation's oldest city) and Daytona (one of the tourist capitals of the world). St. Augustine is full of rich history and vibrant museums and Daytona has that beautiful world-famous beach! I enjoyed both cities very much, and wish I could have spent more time in both of them.
If you're curious to know more about my trip, visit my Picasa web album here, and sift through the pictures I snapped along the way.
Although every vacation always feels like it's never long enough, I am glad to be home. Sleeping in my own bed (despite the excruciating pain of my sunburn) was comforting and felt like home. It's nice to know where everything is when I need it, and being in my own surroundings feels so nice after being so far away from it all for a little while. I am not looking forward to work this afternoon, but then when am I ever looking forward to work?
The good things I have gathered from this vacation was my relaxing times at the beach, the learning experiences on the many tours and museums I perused and getting to wear my new bathing suit and sundress and shorts in public and not feeling like a beached whale. Spending time with my friend that I haven't seen in a few years was icing on the cake, and despite her mother's efforts to keep us working for her as opposed to vacationing, we managed to get in good laughs and good stories in between her indiscriminate cries for Elaine's help doing various (unnecessary) tasks.
I also met a really nice woman on the plane ride home, and got to hear her stories of traveling to Australia to meet a man! It was uplifting and inspiring to know that I am not alone in such endeavors and that some turn out so successfully! I joked that we should start a club, and perhaps a shared blog will be the result of our meeting. I'll keep you updated on that.
The only cons of the trip is the sunburn I now have on my back that is so painful it's hard to move at all, let alone put on clothes! I also gained a pound, but that's a lot better than how much I felt I was gaining. (We only had home cooked meals twice, and ate out at restaurants the rest of the time. I was so worried I would come home ten pounds heavier, so I am super relieved to have only gained one pound.) The last con is how much money I spent, but I could afford it and it didn't break me, so I should be fine.
I really enjoyed the trip over all and loved seeing my friend Elaine and spending that time with her. I'm glad to be home, but I'll be drifting back to those sandy beaches and tourist trap shops and museum hallways in my mind when my boss gets on my case too much at work... I can hear the ocean now....
Tourists could feel tropical and exotic and the locals feed off our esteemed admiration for their sculpted beach bum bodies and sun-darkened skin. I could get used to vacationing in Florida. I never did so as a kid, and my first trip to Florida didn't happen until I was eighteen. Four years later I still wouldn't want to live in Florida, but taking week-long vacations there seems to strike my fancy.
I stayed in Palm Coast, which is conveniently only a half hour drive from both St. Augustine (the nation's oldest city) and Daytona (one of the tourist capitals of the world). St. Augustine is full of rich history and vibrant museums and Daytona has that beautiful world-famous beach! I enjoyed both cities very much, and wish I could have spent more time in both of them.
If you're curious to know more about my trip, visit my Picasa web album here, and sift through the pictures I snapped along the way.
Although every vacation always feels like it's never long enough, I am glad to be home. Sleeping in my own bed (despite the excruciating pain of my sunburn) was comforting and felt like home. It's nice to know where everything is when I need it, and being in my own surroundings feels so nice after being so far away from it all for a little while. I am not looking forward to work this afternoon, but then when am I ever looking forward to work?
The good things I have gathered from this vacation was my relaxing times at the beach, the learning experiences on the many tours and museums I perused and getting to wear my new bathing suit and sundress and shorts in public and not feeling like a beached whale. Spending time with my friend that I haven't seen in a few years was icing on the cake, and despite her mother's efforts to keep us working for her as opposed to vacationing, we managed to get in good laughs and good stories in between her indiscriminate cries for Elaine's help doing various (unnecessary) tasks.
I also met a really nice woman on the plane ride home, and got to hear her stories of traveling to Australia to meet a man! It was uplifting and inspiring to know that I am not alone in such endeavors and that some turn out so successfully! I joked that we should start a club, and perhaps a shared blog will be the result of our meeting. I'll keep you updated on that.
The only cons of the trip is the sunburn I now have on my back that is so painful it's hard to move at all, let alone put on clothes! I also gained a pound, but that's a lot better than how much I felt I was gaining. (We only had home cooked meals twice, and ate out at restaurants the rest of the time. I was so worried I would come home ten pounds heavier, so I am super relieved to have only gained one pound.) The last con is how much money I spent, but I could afford it and it didn't break me, so I should be fine.
I really enjoyed the trip over all and loved seeing my friend Elaine and spending that time with her. I'm glad to be home, but I'll be drifting back to those sandy beaches and tourist trap shops and museum hallways in my mind when my boss gets on my case too much at work... I can hear the ocean now....
Monday, August 15, 2011
Having an ok time in Florida!
Unfortunately I'm spending a lot of time running errands for my friend's mother while here in sunny warm Palm Coast, Florida, but even that seems to be better than going to work everyday back home.
The weather here is a bit hot to me, but back home somehow felt even hotter, I guess because the humidity is always so high in southern Indiana.
The plane rides in weren't bad, and I'm glad I took that route rather than driving in a rented car, I would have been miserable and believe it or not, renting a car would have cost far more than the plane tickets did.
My friend has a great house her and her family are renting here in Palm Coast. It's big and has a huge outdoor pool that we've only been able to take advantage of at night, but that's the best time because the weather is cooler, the alcohol can flow, and we don't have to deal with her ten-year-old brother trying to dunk us and assault us with water guns. So the vacation isn't all running errands, we've been able to skinny dip and drink in her pool under the moon, too, which is great.
The way this vacation fits into my journey toward happiness and healthiness is that my self-image seems to be vastly improving. I'm wearing shorts, sundresses, a bathing suit, and even going swimming in my skivvies, and not feeling as self-conscious about it. I feel proud of how far I've come and how much weight I've lost, and since I'm managing to feel this good at 240 pounds, I can't wait to see how I feel at 180 or even 150 pounds.
So while this vacation is fun, its also teaching me a lot about my perception of myself and where I am now versus where I've been. I'm even more determined now to dive back into my workout regimes and weight loss goals harder than ever when I get home, so I can feel more and more comfortable with my body! Life is so much more enjoyable when you're not constantly worried about how fat you may look, or what other people are thinking about your body or your weight... I love this feeling and I'm not letting go. I'm going to keep pushing to get better and better!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Frustrated
I, most unfortunately, have been asked to work first shift this week as opposed to my usual second shift, for relatively unnecessary training and "hands-on" experience. The reason this is exceedingly frustrating to me is that my entire schedule is flipped upside down and is now backwards. Instead of working out before I get to work and then on my lunch break at work, I get up only an hour before I have to leave for work, can't work out while at work, and then have to wait until I get home in the evenings to do any work out and by then I'm tired. My eating and sleeping schedules are also topsy turvy and everything just seems to be getting thrown off balance.
I was getting back into my groove, working out before and after work, sticking to my eating and sleeping schedule, I was doing so well! Now, it's all gone awry. I did manage to force my feet out the door this afternoon and did a nice 30 minute walk/jog around the neighborhood. It was incredibly hot, but tolerable, and I felt quite good afterward, especially as I took an ice cold shower immediately after. Tomorrow, I plan to do the same, and I hope to jog the majority of the way.
Here's my issue with jogging:
I worry too much that I look stupid doing it. I worry that I jiggle and wobble and look horrid attempting to do it. And for some reason, I worry that if I jog a bit and stop for breath and to walk instead of jog, someone will see and be judging the whale trying to flop down the street and couldn't make it all the way...
Now I know these views are ridiculous, but every runner I've ever seen on the streets and sidewalks is fit, already in shape, and has a great gait and pace set that looks like it's easy and perfect. Do I look this way running? I'm sure I don't! But I need to force myself to do it.
Running was my initial goal anyway. I wanted to get into running every day and eventually run in the Mini Marathon in Louisville next April. That sounds like a long way off, but I still haven't got the courage to jog a single block let along run five miles! So tomorrow, that is my goal. I am going to JOG, not just briskly walk, the majority of my half hour outside after work. I don't care who sees or who is watching. They aren't out there jogging or exercising, so why should I feel their (imaginary) judgment matters?
But it does to me, for some reason. Maybe it's just another excuse to keep from running, but I do want to as I'm out there, I just glace around and see someone mowing their grass or kids playing in their yards and I just swallow and briskly walk right past them, never getting past a walking pace.
But tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day. Even if I have to listen to music and run during the choruses and walk during the verses of songs, just as long as I'm moving past a walk, I will feel so good and be working toward my ultimate goal of becoming a runner.
Next week I'm going to Florida. Unfortunately, I missed my goal of losing another twenty pounds by then. In fact, I've barely kept a pound off this whole week, but I'm not giving up. Even though while I'm in Florida, I probably won't exercise much save for swimming and walking, I will be prepared to pick up the momentum and jump right back into high gear when I return! For the rest of this week, I will do the same, and keep kicking myself in the keester so I can get my metabolism high and running and get that fat melted off of me and the muscle built onto me.
I was getting back into my groove, working out before and after work, sticking to my eating and sleeping schedule, I was doing so well! Now, it's all gone awry. I did manage to force my feet out the door this afternoon and did a nice 30 minute walk/jog around the neighborhood. It was incredibly hot, but tolerable, and I felt quite good afterward, especially as I took an ice cold shower immediately after. Tomorrow, I plan to do the same, and I hope to jog the majority of the way.
Here's my issue with jogging:
I worry too much that I look stupid doing it. I worry that I jiggle and wobble and look horrid attempting to do it. And for some reason, I worry that if I jog a bit and stop for breath and to walk instead of jog, someone will see and be judging the whale trying to flop down the street and couldn't make it all the way...
Now I know these views are ridiculous, but every runner I've ever seen on the streets and sidewalks is fit, already in shape, and has a great gait and pace set that looks like it's easy and perfect. Do I look this way running? I'm sure I don't! But I need to force myself to do it.
Running was my initial goal anyway. I wanted to get into running every day and eventually run in the Mini Marathon in Louisville next April. That sounds like a long way off, but I still haven't got the courage to jog a single block let along run five miles! So tomorrow, that is my goal. I am going to JOG, not just briskly walk, the majority of my half hour outside after work. I don't care who sees or who is watching. They aren't out there jogging or exercising, so why should I feel their (imaginary) judgment matters?
But it does to me, for some reason. Maybe it's just another excuse to keep from running, but I do want to as I'm out there, I just glace around and see someone mowing their grass or kids playing in their yards and I just swallow and briskly walk right past them, never getting past a walking pace.
But tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day. Even if I have to listen to music and run during the choruses and walk during the verses of songs, just as long as I'm moving past a walk, I will feel so good and be working toward my ultimate goal of becoming a runner.
Next week I'm going to Florida. Unfortunately, I missed my goal of losing another twenty pounds by then. In fact, I've barely kept a pound off this whole week, but I'm not giving up. Even though while I'm in Florida, I probably won't exercise much save for swimming and walking, I will be prepared to pick up the momentum and jump right back into high gear when I return! For the rest of this week, I will do the same, and keep kicking myself in the keester so I can get my metabolism high and running and get that fat melted off of me and the muscle built onto me.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Testing Blogging from My Phone
This is just to test out how well the Blogger app does or doesn't work.
Random picture of a squirrel my man took while the squirrel rummaged around his backyard. :D
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Kohl's Haul August 2011
So yesterday was the big day... the first time I've been seriously clothes shopping since I started losing weight last April. I'm forty pounds lighter, and ready to face the dressing rooms!
My main motive was summer clothing, since I'm going to Florida for a week's vacation soon, and also new work clothes because the clothes I wear to work now are embarrassingly big on me. I ventured into Kohl's in the later hours of the afternoon, having spent the previous night staying up too late watching X Files episodes with my man, and had my head held high and a pretty positive attitude. I was mostly worried about finding a bathing suit, considering I haven't bought one in years and had no idea what size I might need... plus the thought of wearing a bathing suit, in public, makes my stomach twist and my mouth go dry...
But I'm going to be spending a week on beautiful Florida beaches and I can't possibly do that in jeans and t-shirts, not after all this amazing work I've done to shed the forty pounds that I've shed. This is a time to celebrate, to measure my success with garments, not just the scale. And I promised myself at the beginning of this excursion to buy a bathing suit this year, and dresses, and shorts.
So I went into Kohl's, determined to find some suitable summer clothes for my upcoming vacation and some work clothes so I didn't have to go into work tripping on my oversize khaki pants and feeling minuscule in my bulky large shirts. I managed to purchase some nice additions to my wardrobe and swept up some amazing deals in the meantime!
Here's my haul:
My main motive was summer clothing, since I'm going to Florida for a week's vacation soon, and also new work clothes because the clothes I wear to work now are embarrassingly big on me. I ventured into Kohl's in the later hours of the afternoon, having spent the previous night staying up too late watching X Files episodes with my man, and had my head held high and a pretty positive attitude. I was mostly worried about finding a bathing suit, considering I haven't bought one in years and had no idea what size I might need... plus the thought of wearing a bathing suit, in public, makes my stomach twist and my mouth go dry...
But I'm going to be spending a week on beautiful Florida beaches and I can't possibly do that in jeans and t-shirts, not after all this amazing work I've done to shed the forty pounds that I've shed. This is a time to celebrate, to measure my success with garments, not just the scale. And I promised myself at the beginning of this excursion to buy a bathing suit this year, and dresses, and shorts.
So I went into Kohl's, determined to find some suitable summer clothes for my upcoming vacation and some work clothes so I didn't have to go into work tripping on my oversize khaki pants and feeling minuscule in my bulky large shirts. I managed to purchase some nice additions to my wardrobe and swept up some amazing deals in the meantime!
Here's my haul:
Forgetting Facebook
I've decided to delete my Facebook account... at least for a week and see how life feels without it. I find myself relying too much on using Facebook to interact and relate to my friends and family. I feel I would connect far more deeply with people without the medium of Facebook as a sort of conduit between us. I hate that the only time I hear from most of my friends is through Facebook and I hate that new friends never make it past the acquaintance stage because once they find me on Facebook, that seems to be as far as any new friendships go.
Life before Facebook was a happy life, a healthy life. Life after Facebook can be the same, and better. I'm not saying Faceboook has hindered my happiness and healthiness to a deprecating degree, I just think it can only be a positive thing to be done with it. I'm 22 years old now, I don't want to have spent more years on Facebook than off. I don't want to be wrapped up in the advertising schemes and information selling schemes that Facebook is obviously engaging in. I don't want my thoughts, my ideas, my personality, being monitored and sold for financial profit. I'm not saying that posting on blogs is any different, but I think that posting on blogs will hinder me from posting so quickly the mundane personal things that are really no one's business.
I don't have to have "followers" or "subscribers" or "facebook friends" to be a valid and interesting person. I don't need a daily description of 180 characters or less to feel like my day was worth having. I can validate myself, I can make myself interesting to the people I physically meet, not people who just keep tabs on my well-being through Facebook. Those aren't true friends anyway. True friends come and visit with a random piece of pie just because they were in a bakery and saw your favorite flavor and brought you a slice... friends are people who call you on the phone just to talk about nothing and everything because they like the sound of your voice and your perspective on things and know that you also appreciate theirs... friends are people to cry with, laugh with, share with, love with, fall down and get back up with... friends are people you can express things to with a glance and a smile and they'll know exactly what you mean... friends are people you can watch a movie with and pause at an important scene that reminded you of a good joke about Jesus and then you spend the next half hour debating religion versus science before remembering you were watching a movie... friends are people to get lost with on a long road trip... friends are people who let you listen to bad music and don't judge you for it, but bop along with a roll of the eyes and a sighful smile....
You can't share those things through the medium of Facebook. I feel that instead of connecting my friends and I, Facebook alienates us. Facebook gives us an illusion of closeness, it sweeps in and makes it seem that unless people read everything you have to say and look at all your pictures, they don't care about you. But I feel that unless they pick up the phone or knock on your door every so often, they don't care at all. Glancing at a row of status updates and uploaded pictures is lazy, plain and simple. They don't care about you, they are just seeking to be noticed as much as you are. Facebook is a selfish place where friendships go to die or morph into twisted shells of lifeless exposure.
I'm turning away from it. I want to become a better and more whole person who can relate, enjoy, and love my friends and family beyond clicking "like" on a status update or commenting on a picture of the meal someone made today.
Let's see how this goes. I may be singing a different tune when in a week I feel alone and forgotten and useless because no one has seen my internet presence! This is a study in health and happiness, but by deleting Facebook, I'm researching the results of being a member of a generation defined by their internet presence as opposed to the realization of their personal goals, dreams, and desires. Each person is unique, special, and exquisite. Should that only be expressed online?
No. Communication is key in expressing oneself. If your only way of communication and outreach is through Facebook, you're not communicating at all because communication is a two-way street. Pay attention to how people communicate these days. Everything from a simple telephone conversation to a family member to meeting a new person in line at a bank to conversations with old friends. It's all different. You either discuss Facebook, or mention a status someone put on Facebook, or check your phone in the middle of a conversation for Facebook updates, or even look up a mutual friend on Facebook to discuss their recent pictures or updates...
I want to be able to talk to someone without that impeding and holding back the conversation from getting anywhere real. I want to be real again. I don't want to be binary code on a screen....
So I'll be utilizing this blog, still as a way of expressing my feelings, thoughts, and emotions during my journey to becoming a happier and healthier me, but also sliding into the more personal realm of thoughts, questions, and desires that have everything to do with learning, growing, and dreaming as much as losing weight, getting healthier, and becoming happier. Enjoy!
Life before Facebook was a happy life, a healthy life. Life after Facebook can be the same, and better. I'm not saying Faceboook has hindered my happiness and healthiness to a deprecating degree, I just think it can only be a positive thing to be done with it. I'm 22 years old now, I don't want to have spent more years on Facebook than off. I don't want to be wrapped up in the advertising schemes and information selling schemes that Facebook is obviously engaging in. I don't want my thoughts, my ideas, my personality, being monitored and sold for financial profit. I'm not saying that posting on blogs is any different, but I think that posting on blogs will hinder me from posting so quickly the mundane personal things that are really no one's business.
I don't have to have "followers" or "subscribers" or "facebook friends" to be a valid and interesting person. I don't need a daily description of 180 characters or less to feel like my day was worth having. I can validate myself, I can make myself interesting to the people I physically meet, not people who just keep tabs on my well-being through Facebook. Those aren't true friends anyway. True friends come and visit with a random piece of pie just because they were in a bakery and saw your favorite flavor and brought you a slice... friends are people who call you on the phone just to talk about nothing and everything because they like the sound of your voice and your perspective on things and know that you also appreciate theirs... friends are people to cry with, laugh with, share with, love with, fall down and get back up with... friends are people you can express things to with a glance and a smile and they'll know exactly what you mean... friends are people you can watch a movie with and pause at an important scene that reminded you of a good joke about Jesus and then you spend the next half hour debating religion versus science before remembering you were watching a movie... friends are people to get lost with on a long road trip... friends are people who let you listen to bad music and don't judge you for it, but bop along with a roll of the eyes and a sighful smile....
You can't share those things through the medium of Facebook. I feel that instead of connecting my friends and I, Facebook alienates us. Facebook gives us an illusion of closeness, it sweeps in and makes it seem that unless people read everything you have to say and look at all your pictures, they don't care about you. But I feel that unless they pick up the phone or knock on your door every so often, they don't care at all. Glancing at a row of status updates and uploaded pictures is lazy, plain and simple. They don't care about you, they are just seeking to be noticed as much as you are. Facebook is a selfish place where friendships go to die or morph into twisted shells of lifeless exposure.
I'm turning away from it. I want to become a better and more whole person who can relate, enjoy, and love my friends and family beyond clicking "like" on a status update or commenting on a picture of the meal someone made today.
Let's see how this goes. I may be singing a different tune when in a week I feel alone and forgotten and useless because no one has seen my internet presence! This is a study in health and happiness, but by deleting Facebook, I'm researching the results of being a member of a generation defined by their internet presence as opposed to the realization of their personal goals, dreams, and desires. Each person is unique, special, and exquisite. Should that only be expressed online?
No. Communication is key in expressing oneself. If your only way of communication and outreach is through Facebook, you're not communicating at all because communication is a two-way street. Pay attention to how people communicate these days. Everything from a simple telephone conversation to a family member to meeting a new person in line at a bank to conversations with old friends. It's all different. You either discuss Facebook, or mention a status someone put on Facebook, or check your phone in the middle of a conversation for Facebook updates, or even look up a mutual friend on Facebook to discuss their recent pictures or updates...
I want to be able to talk to someone without that impeding and holding back the conversation from getting anywhere real. I want to be real again. I don't want to be binary code on a screen....
So I'll be utilizing this blog, still as a way of expressing my feelings, thoughts, and emotions during my journey to becoming a happier and healthier me, but also sliding into the more personal realm of thoughts, questions, and desires that have everything to do with learning, growing, and dreaming as much as losing weight, getting healthier, and becoming happier. Enjoy!
Monday, August 1, 2011
Beginning Again
Last week was a total bust. Save for a few kayaking trips, I didn't do a single workout the whole week. This weekend, I did nothing but sleep in and eat terrible food, including pizza, and I'm seriously disgusted with myself for sliding down the slippery slope of laziness.
But I can't continue this. I can't go back to 280 pounds. I can't stay here at 240 pounds. The only other option is to keep losing weight. I have at least 60 more pounds to lose to meet my initial goal of losing one hundred pounds this year. I have five months to do it. Losing roughly ten pounds a month, as I've been doing, would put me right at that goal. But no more slacking off, no more wasting days without exercising, no more being lazy.
Today, I technically slept in, but I'm not going to change my sleeping patterns in a day. Tomorrow I am setting the alarm for 10:30 AM and I am getting up NO MATTER WHAT. As soon as I finish this blog, I'm going to do my belly dancing DVD. I figure it will be a workout, but not so much jumping around and intense cardio as my other workouts, and will be a nice transition from a week of no workouts, to going back to working out twice a day. Tonight at work, I'm either doing 25 minutes on the elliptical or Level One of Jillian Micheal's 30 Day Shred. I was enjoying that workout, and can't wait to get back into it.
I've been sticking to eating my three salads a week, but with all the bad food choices on the weekends, I feel like I've negated any positives that eating salads has given me. I'm going to keep that habit going, minus the eating of fast food on the weekends, because I'm starting to enjoy salads more, and I've started looking forward to the creative ways of making them and trying out new salad recipes every week.
I didn't know what a scallion was at the beginning of this week. Now I know it's a green onion. :D I'm learning and developing more healthier eating habits and that's exciting! Plus, salads seem to give me energy and make me feel better throughout the day. I'm ready to face the day and be active after eating a filling nutritious fresh salad.
So here I go, I'm essentially starting over, because even though a week doesn't seem like a long time, my body is already resenting the thought of working out, and it's going to be a fuss to get back into hard cardio workouts. Just the thought of getting sweaty and tired and achy doesn't sound fun at all, but I can't give up now. I've come too far and have too far to go to check out and give up.
So let me know any motivations you use to get going back on the right track!
But I can't continue this. I can't go back to 280 pounds. I can't stay here at 240 pounds. The only other option is to keep losing weight. I have at least 60 more pounds to lose to meet my initial goal of losing one hundred pounds this year. I have five months to do it. Losing roughly ten pounds a month, as I've been doing, would put me right at that goal. But no more slacking off, no more wasting days without exercising, no more being lazy.
Today, I technically slept in, but I'm not going to change my sleeping patterns in a day. Tomorrow I am setting the alarm for 10:30 AM and I am getting up NO MATTER WHAT. As soon as I finish this blog, I'm going to do my belly dancing DVD. I figure it will be a workout, but not so much jumping around and intense cardio as my other workouts, and will be a nice transition from a week of no workouts, to going back to working out twice a day. Tonight at work, I'm either doing 25 minutes on the elliptical or Level One of Jillian Micheal's 30 Day Shred. I was enjoying that workout, and can't wait to get back into it.
I've been sticking to eating my three salads a week, but with all the bad food choices on the weekends, I feel like I've negated any positives that eating salads has given me. I'm going to keep that habit going, minus the eating of fast food on the weekends, because I'm starting to enjoy salads more, and I've started looking forward to the creative ways of making them and trying out new salad recipes every week.
I didn't know what a scallion was at the beginning of this week. Now I know it's a green onion. :D I'm learning and developing more healthier eating habits and that's exciting! Plus, salads seem to give me energy and make me feel better throughout the day. I'm ready to face the day and be active after eating a filling nutritious fresh salad.
So here I go, I'm essentially starting over, because even though a week doesn't seem like a long time, my body is already resenting the thought of working out, and it's going to be a fuss to get back into hard cardio workouts. Just the thought of getting sweaty and tired and achy doesn't sound fun at all, but I can't give up now. I've come too far and have too far to go to check out and give up.
So let me know any motivations you use to get going back on the right track!
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