Monday, April 12, 2010

Da Da Da

I have nothing of interest to say.
I'm not really on track.
This doesn't really bother me.
This not bothering me should REALLY bother me.
If I want to take one week to drink a lot of beer, eat a lot of taco dip, chips, french fries, and pizza, then that is what I shall do.

If I take one week and eat all the garbage I love but don't let myself eat on a regular basis I will:
-feel gross and sick
-gain weight
-remember why I don't eat crap very often anymore
-be good to eat well for awhile.

This is the time of year I should be caring more. Not that I've ever worn a bikini, but I need a new spring/summer work wardrobe and I'll be damned if I gain a bunch of weight back, buy new clothes, and then lose it all. I'm too cheap for that.

I ate fairly well at home. I exercised more than I do here on a good week. Treadmill times two, walks with Murphy, and a bike ride that left me with a sore tushie for three days.

The weather's a downer. Rain, cold, perhaps snow. Blah blah. Tired today. Busy too. Trying not to catch a cold (perhaps should have re-thought being up until 4 Saturday night.)

D and I are working on some stuff. We semi-need to have the big talk about what we're doing and where we're going. By "semi-need" I mean Friday night we thought we needed too, then we both smartened up and stopped being stupid. Now we don't think it's necessary. It's me, and I know it. He's just too nice to actually put it all on me. Some compromising is needed. So is a weekend together. With him working, company, holidaying, and general other crap, we've had one full (full being Saturday/Sunday) weekend together since we moved. One in 6 months. I didn't think it would be a big deal -- turns out after 6 months it is. I need a FULL weekend of the two of us. Both on the same schedule, with the same days off. I'm hoping next weekend is this weekend. *crosses fingers*

Note: As much as we piss each other off, we're good. We both just need to calm down and stop doing this stupid fake mad/sad thing we do all the fricking time. When one of us is "Fake Mad" the other gets "Actually Mad" which in turn makes the first one of us mad and on and on it goes.

For someone with not much to say, I sure wrote a lot. :D

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