Working

Why, oh why, do we have to spend our days doing something we don't like just to survive and pay bills? I feel like a man in the '50's. Or a woman at any point in history.

State Fair

So. I actually went with M. It was ok. Cost $12 to park. To park. Just to PARK. Hmmm. That's pricey, in my opinion. Every year I get cheaper and cheaper and whine and complain more and more. Note to self: work on that. Yeah, right. Put it on my list with the gazillion other things I need to work on to make myself a more whole, complete, balanced and better human being.
K. Here's something that bothers me (speaking of whining): M bought a BO political bumper sticker. Bought. As in paid for. He spent how many dollars? hundreds of thousands to buy that infomercial on EVERY channel and can't give away some measly bumper stickers????!!??!!?!?!?
Pooh! I say, Pooh!
M got her Indian fry bread - or is it Native American fry bread? or why isn't it just fried goo dough turning into almost a edible mess? with beans and cheese. Cost her something like $7.50. or was that $750? hehehe She also got a medium drink for $3.50. That didn't seem too bad, to me. I had an ice cream bar. Like I needed that.
I started to get upset because I couldn't find the cheesy commercialized stuff.. but they switched what was under the coliseum with another building and we found it. Kind of a let down, but not too much.
She's supposed to be coming over so that we can go to the LP Art Fair. I hope it all works out. I'd like nothing better than to just take a nap. Probably shouldn't, tho'.
B is coming in town next week just to help me clean up. Should probably clean a little so that we don't have such a mountain to tackle next weekend.
Sounds like M might be here.. will write more later.

Smarties.

Whoever created 'em: Love to Hate them. They are sooo good. And I can't say no to the little tab of compressed sugar and flavoring. And I can't say no. I think in my case they should be called "Dummies."
hmmm. ponder.

Home on a Saturday Night.

Not really a good thing. BUT - A is coming over and we're supposed to go to G's to watch Journey to the center of the earth on the big screen. So.. not a bad thing. I hope it'll be fun. OOH! Just remembered (again) must take allergy tabs so won't be completely sick from kitty.
Good. Done.
I don't hold out much hope for the fun bit. Guess it's my mood. Tomorrow we're supposed to go to the fair. It's the last day and I hope we'll get in and just walk around for free. I just checked my finances and have to say: they aren't the best. AND m's birthday is here. Fuck! Just have to say. Seriously.
PLUS I'm all hyped up on sugar. When it's gone.. I wonder what I'm gonna do. Oh, well.
AND - here it is the crux: So I was told on Wednesday that Friday (just passed) was my last day of training. Oh, well. I'm fucked. Just have to run up and down the stairs every five or so minutes to ask what the hell to do next. EEEK! Don't wanna think about that now.
Anyone else completely tired of the election BS? I'm very worried, and I don't think that knowing who will win (I believe) is making me any less worried about this country. We are f'ed up, people! It's true.
Things will work out, right?
And they say: "May you live in interesting times." Well.. good, we are.

Awake in the middle of the night.

This entire week I've been awake at night. I must tell you that it's getting old. I guess that it's good that I was depressed and slept all weekend.
Today, Mom's lift failed and she fell down on the ground. Firemen (I suppose) had to come help her up. Right there is every reason for me to lose weight. I don't know if I can do it. But I'm really going to try again. I bought that fab book about emotional eating and after days of, "alright, I totally get this," I haven't been able to make myself read any more. Really think I should go try. Maybe it'll make me go to sleep.
Tonight, I didn't eat junk (like normal). I just ate a normal (to large-ish) amount of decent food. Salad and some green chile stew and beans. That's not bad, is it? No tortilla. It went down fine. I bought myself a salad for tomorrow's lunch. Oh, and today for lunch I had soup. I think I did ok for today.
Tomorrow I can worry about tomorrow.
I really need to get some exercise in, though.
I'm having trouble with Bshe. She has such high energy, I feel guilty that I don't take her for more walks. But when I do, I fight for control the entire time. I need to get to the gym. That's what I really need to do. (Oh, I'm getting a headache.. maybe some fake tylenol pm? That might be just the ticket!)
This is probably everyone's question, but how do I translate good intentions into results?
To semi-quote Rob Schneider in the Scott Bakula movie I love, "Let's see what I do."
-Note- he says, "let's see what they do..." I can totally hear him. I love it.

Still sick. boo hoo

Oh, well. Basic sickiness has moved down into my chest. Yay! Right. Anyway. Very tired. Couldn't get outta bed this morning. Have an appointment with doctor right after work. That should work out alright. Didn't really do my hair or makeup. If I'm suffering - everyone else does to. HA!

So. M and I want to go to Weezer at the fair. Groovy. But then, we've asked other people. Actually to be technical, she and her boyfriend decided to go and asked if I'd like to come along. I was all, Sure! Anyway. We asked others and now it's a big todo. Can't seem to arrange what everyone wants to do / when to go / how to get there. Etc. Etc. And yet, we used to do it all the time as youngsters. (hee. youngsters) Anyway. We decided it was because all the time we just did what the driver wanted to do. I was the driver. It was a simpler time. heee. Anyway. Lzj is being weird from her work - or it's just that she wants to do what she wants to do - or she's trying not to be weird because we've invited A also. And they kinda (but definitely don't) have a history.

Speaking of A, recently I had a dream about him. Nothing good or bad.. except we were waaaay more touchy-feely in the dream. I think I just need basic human contact. Always have. and until I get it.. my psyche (sp?) is going to make something outta nothing.
oh, well.
!!

This Week

So this week, according to my self-help book, is a week of observation. I'm supposed to observe every time or try to stop for a moment to observe why I'm overeating. mmm. Ok. I think I can do that. I think, however, that I can already help you out there, bud. I eat because I'm bored. I eat because I'm lonely. I eat because I'm stressed. I eat because I'm sad/depressed/happy/need a drug induced coma. Yep. I eat for a lot of reasons.. and finally, sometimes, I eat because I'm hungry.
I really need some help here. There's only so many excuses to go around. I need to learn that it's ok not to be perfect. Should have learned it a long time ago.. because, frankly, I'm faaaar from perfect. We don't even live in the same county, much less zip code.
I have to start believing that everything will turn out ok. And it will. I have to believe that it will.
By the way: I'm still sick. :(

I'm sick. :(

New job and I'm sick. Awww.
I guess there are worse things that could happen. Like Palin being merely breaths away from presidency. Honestly, folks, c'mon!
Anyway.
Just wanted to check in and write a little about what's going on wid me.
I'm sick. Oh, already covered that. My trainer should be back today and I'm hoping we should be finishing up my training soon.. just not too soon.
The more I do my job, the less scared I am. And trust me, that's a good thing. Been completely worried that I'm a fraud and would just crash and burn by myself.
And I'm going to make mistakes (given), just have to ask a lot of questions and see if I can cut some of them off - and then see if I can live with the rest.
And.
I've been reading this book to try to help me deal with my "issues" with food.
So here:
I want to lose weight for my health. I want to lose weight to look better in clothes. (wear cuter stuff - although... I'm going to need to work on this, because I already wear way cute stuff.) I want to lose weight so I don't smell/sweat as much. (Does that one count? I think it does - although they say the healthier you are the more you sweat. What ev.)
So. Let me clarify.
I want to lose weight for my health. I want to be more active, I think it better controls my moods.
I want to lose weight for my health. (the second one goes into the first.)

Pain and Suffering. Thousands of Dollars.

I decided not to step on the scale. And then thought, "It's your choice. If you went through all of that and don't want to it's your choice. Thousands of dollars. All that pain and suffering. Those operations." Thousands of dollars. American. Surgeries. Painful. And it is my choice.
I don't have time this morning for this blog. But I wanted to put this down.
I know how to do it. And it is my choice. I need to choose wisely.