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There is magic all around you, if I do say so myself.
My internal jumping up and down about my holiday bonus was quickly crushed when I opened the envelope and saw that like any other pay period, they took out taxes. I mean, obviously, when I think about it, of course they would. But I wasn't thinking logically, I was thinking about opening up an envelope to a wad full of $100 bills. Like in the movies!
Damn the movies.
This small surge in cash is going to very exciting things like, getting my checking account out of overdraft, getting one of my credit cards out of overlimit, paying the gas bill, and then purchasing a share in Angelic Farms for next year. All very practical, needed things. I might have enough leftover to buy a round of Chick-Fil-A.
In the last 11 days, I have worked out at the gym 6 times. I have consistently gone every other day. Who am I? I don't know, its like a switch got flipped. Except maybe not, because if I look at my history, my father would often purchase exercise equipment in his efforts to get fit, but I would be the person who used it most often -- a stationary bike, then a rower, and then a cross-country sky machine. The last one I remember using in high school while watching reruns of Sisters on Lifetime. All the machines at the gym that previously frightened me, I have tried out. I'm still slightly frightened by them, but it doesn't stop me from just climbing on and going at it. And really what I love? The circuit-training weightlifting. Its my reward for getting through the sweaty cardio stuff. Again I say, who am I? Though the real test is keeping this up. I'm pretty good at doing something for two, three weeks. Pushing past that will be the challenge, though frankly, remembering to take a pill every morning used to be a challenge, but now I'm all over it, because the results are I don't feel like utter isht all the time. I mean, people have told me that regular exercise can really help keep you sane, and its not like I didn't believe them, I just hadn't directly experienced. And now I have. So I should bookmark this entry for mid-January when I'm struggling to keep up the habit.
During my coping/smelling frenzy of online buying 2 weeks ago, I made a mistake and ordered these cheap 'wholesale perfume oils' and they finally showed up yesterday and they are AWFUL. So bad. So so so bad, that even looking at them was giving me a headache, so I removed them all from the bathroom and put them in a giveaway box. They are so bad that for a brief period I was convinced I never wanted anything scented again and all smells were churning my stomach. I suppose it makes sense -- when you eat something bad, it turns you off from the act for awhile. But then I went outside and got some fresh air and now I'm okay.
Damn the movies.
This small surge in cash is going to very exciting things like, getting my checking account out of overdraft, getting one of my credit cards out of overlimit, paying the gas bill, and then purchasing a share in Angelic Farms for next year. All very practical, needed things. I might have enough leftover to buy a round of Chick-Fil-A.
In the last 11 days, I have worked out at the gym 6 times. I have consistently gone every other day. Who am I? I don't know, its like a switch got flipped. Except maybe not, because if I look at my history, my father would often purchase exercise equipment in his efforts to get fit, but I would be the person who used it most often -- a stationary bike, then a rower, and then a cross-country sky machine. The last one I remember using in high school while watching reruns of Sisters on Lifetime. All the machines at the gym that previously frightened me, I have tried out. I'm still slightly frightened by them, but it doesn't stop me from just climbing on and going at it. And really what I love? The circuit-training weightlifting. Its my reward for getting through the sweaty cardio stuff. Again I say, who am I? Though the real test is keeping this up. I'm pretty good at doing something for two, three weeks. Pushing past that will be the challenge, though frankly, remembering to take a pill every morning used to be a challenge, but now I'm all over it, because the results are I don't feel like utter isht all the time. I mean, people have told me that regular exercise can really help keep you sane, and its not like I didn't believe them, I just hadn't directly experienced. And now I have. So I should bookmark this entry for mid-January when I'm struggling to keep up the habit.
During my coping/smelling frenzy of online buying 2 weeks ago, I made a mistake and ordered these cheap 'wholesale perfume oils' and they finally showed up yesterday and they are AWFUL. So bad. So so so bad, that even looking at them was giving me a headache, so I removed them all from the bathroom and put them in a giveaway box. They are so bad that for a brief period I was convinced I never wanted anything scented again and all smells were churning my stomach. I suppose it makes sense -- when you eat something bad, it turns you off from the act for awhile. But then I went outside and got some fresh air and now I'm okay.
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I know once I go for a week, I'll be all into it. I just hate that, in winter, I have to dress warm, then change in the lockerroom then change back,etc. I like it in the summer because I just throw on a pair of shorts and go.
I also lost my iPod, which annoys the fuck out of me. I think I left it on an airplane. And the iPod was my saving grace for treadmilling. But none of these are worthy excuses for letting the thread go.
The sanity thing is such a good point. I am feeling a loneliness and depression begin to creep back in, something I haven't felt in months. I know that if I exercise it'll take care of itself. Once I start going for a week or two, it feels *SO* good both mentally and physically that I can't believe I stopped.
Here's to new beginning and consistency!
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I forgot my ipod one day and was worried I wouldn't get through the workout, but then once I was there, I kinda forgot about it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've brought it every time since! But given the televisions on the wall and the people-watching and my constant internal voice going, it wasn't too hard to occupy my brain and my body at the same time.
You should dig out an old cassette walkman and bring it back!