I normally get along with most people I meet. I think most people would describe me as easy going. In fact, a friend recently said I am accommodating, which I am not sure is a compliment or not.
At work, there is a lady whom I really don't want to be around. This is at my day job so it is a smaller office with not a lot of people, which makes it difficult to avoid this person. When I first started working here I was OK with this person and we had several conversations and I thought she was pretty nice. However, as time has gone by it seems that she is THAT person who always has a better story or has had a worse experience. She also has a bad habit of interrupting when someone else is speaking. Sometimes I don't make eye contact with her so that hopefully she won't start a conversation with me. This is so bad!
I don't want it to be like this. I don't want to feel uncomfortable trying to avoid someone at work. On the flip side, I don't want her to be uncomfortable either. I hope I do a good job at not letting her notice that I don't like talking to her.
Here's a story for ya. I usually get to the office at least 30 minutes before business hours. Once, she came in about 15 til and asked me to go out and get her a sausage biscuit because she didn't have time to stop on her way to work. Now, if we are still 15 minutes from the start of work and if I have time to go get a biscuit, wouldn't she have had time too? I did go get her biscuit. I am not sure why, but I did.
This morning, she calls me on my desk phone and asks me to help her with the kitchen. Not knowing what she would need help with I comply. She brought doughnuts for the office (very nice of her) in honor of the return of a coworker that has been on medical leave for a while. She needed my help to get paper plates out of the cabinet. Seriously. There was nothing else. I got the plates, put them on the table next to the box of doughnuts and told her I was trying to finish a project (which I should be doing!) and came back to my desk.
As I said before, she is a very nice lady - no question. For some reason, I just don't click well with her. And I have no idea why she makes these odd, unreasonable requests from me. Or why I oblige them!
I know that I could have worse problems. I have definitely worked with less desirable co workers! My plan is to only speak to her when she speaks to me. Maybe that will politely indicate that I don't want to be social with her. Honestly, we don't have a very social office. No one here really goes out of their way to know anyone on a personal level. Which is sad (or good). But, maybe this lady won't think I am treating her any different than anyone else. This makes me feel so immature though!
Leave me a comment and let me know if there is a better way to handle this. It is not as though she is unbearable or anything but similar to an itch I can't reach to scratch.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Making the Run
Yesterday I had plans to leave work, go running, pick up the most delish deep dish pizza, meet a friend and go home and watch the basketball games. When I changed clothes before I left work, I realized that I did not bring socks!!!! I have never worn tennis shoes without socks. The feel and the smell... the whole thing grosses me out. Whenever I see people wearing tennis shoes without socks, my skin crawls.
In addition to the feel and the smell I was also wondering about the blisters... I was pretty well punking out of running. Some days talking myself out of running is not hard to do and with so much going on yesterday I didn't have to use my best charm.
I was on the phone with a co-worker in one of our other branches talking about an account we had worked hard on all day. The conversation went a little like this:
Woah, That was a good idea. Besides, I love socks! I can certainly get a new pair or two! The only problem was that the only place like Walgreens where I could buy a cheap pair of socks would have put me on the other side of the park and half way home. So, I thought of one more thing.
I am quite frequently made fun of because I usually have more clothes in my car than I have in my closet. I ventured in the truck of my car and actually found a pair of dirty crumpled up socks... Yay! Basically, I traded one kind of gross for another. But - mentally it made me feel better and I went running.
Granted, the run sucked, but I did it. A little over half way through the 2nd of 3 laps I had a little bit of chest pain and had to walk most of the rest of the way, I did not punk out. I finished.
Today, while I sit here at 3:29, I am about to go change clothes - and socks - and go at it again today.
In addition to the feel and the smell I was also wondering about the blisters... I was pretty well punking out of running. Some days talking myself out of running is not hard to do and with so much going on yesterday I didn't have to use my best charm.
I was on the phone with a co-worker in one of our other branches talking about an account we had worked hard on all day. The conversation went a little like this:
Judy: "This policy form actually excludes more of his operations than the
renewal offer from the incumbent."
Me: "Let me ask you something that has nothing to do with this."
Judy: "Good I am so tired of this account. Let's talk about something
else."
Me: "I forgot my socks to go running when I leave here this afternoon.
Should I run without socks?
Judy: "Ewww. That's gross! Won't you get blisters? I mean, I don't run,
but seems like that wouldn't be good for your feet."
Me: "Yea, you have a point. I really need to run though."
Judy: "Stop by a Walgreens and get a pair for a couple of
dollars."
Woah, That was a good idea. Besides, I love socks! I can certainly get a new pair or two! The only problem was that the only place like Walgreens where I could buy a cheap pair of socks would have put me on the other side of the park and half way home. So, I thought of one more thing.
I am quite frequently made fun of because I usually have more clothes in my car than I have in my closet. I ventured in the truck of my car and actually found a pair of dirty crumpled up socks... Yay! Basically, I traded one kind of gross for another. But - mentally it made me feel better and I went running.
Granted, the run sucked, but I did it. A little over half way through the 2nd of 3 laps I had a little bit of chest pain and had to walk most of the rest of the way, I did not punk out. I finished.
Today, while I sit here at 3:29, I am about to go change clothes - and socks - and go at it again today.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Earth Hour
Real Quick Post: Is anyone participating in Earth Hour? Earth Hour is Saturday, March 28th at 8:30 (in your time zone). You spend an hour without electricity... Turn off the dishwasher, eat dinner by candlelight, or snuggle under the covers (!?!). I don't normally go crazy with the 'green' stuff and I will probably be at work, but you could really have fun with this. Play hide & seek in a dark house or go snipe hunting in the backyard. Let me know if you are thinking about participating and what you might do with your hour.
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Either something is wrong with my car or the police are stalking someone with a car similar to mine. There could be other explanations for 2 and 3 police cars stalking me at a time, but after racking my brain I can't really think of anything else.
For example, this morning I was sitting in the McDonald's drive thru and a cop car appeared in my rear view mirror. Then, he came around me getting so close to my car I thought I would have to have it repainted. He kind of poked his head forward (sort of like a chicken pecking. You've seen people do this before, right?) and got a good look at me. I guess I was not what he was looking for because he radioed something to someone; possibly to the cop behind him. (Is radioed a real word? It doesn't look right. Wonder if the spell check will pick it up. I hear it all the time on TV cop shows, so it must be real, right?). Maybe Back-Up Cop didn't believe First Cop because he also took a paint sample from my car, did the chicken pecking motion and continued on.
Normally, I would just think that they were nosy officers who decided to pass on their McCafe treats, but yesterday afternoon, leaving work there was a similar situation. Our office is at the end of an office cove. The cove actually has an outlet in the 'circle' portion of the cove as well as the 'straight away' portion. When I left work I noticed a police officer sitting in the end of the cove in his car. This is not a cove that is conducive to speed traps so there was not an obvious reason for a policeman to sit there. I got in my car and pulled out of our parking lot and Mr. Cop speeds up behind, to read my plates?? (Couldn't he do that when my car was in the lot?) He did not pull me over, but he seemed to be waiting for me because he backed off before I got to the end of the street and turned and went out of the cove the other direction.
If anybody can shed some light on what might be happening, please let me know! Is this something I should be concerned about? I know I have no choice but to continue on until I am mistakenly thrown out of the car and pushed to the ground.... or not. Maybe it is not that crucial, but this is strange, right?
It makes me think of the old Sabotage video from Beastie Boys. That was their best video ever!
For example, this morning I was sitting in the McDonald's drive thru and a cop car appeared in my rear view mirror. Then, he came around me getting so close to my car I thought I would have to have it repainted. He kind of poked his head forward (sort of like a chicken pecking. You've seen people do this before, right?) and got a good look at me. I guess I was not what he was looking for because he radioed something to someone; possibly to the cop behind him. (Is radioed a real word? It doesn't look right. Wonder if the spell check will pick it up. I hear it all the time on TV cop shows, so it must be real, right?). Maybe Back-Up Cop didn't believe First Cop because he also took a paint sample from my car, did the chicken pecking motion and continued on.
Normally, I would just think that they were nosy officers who decided to pass on their McCafe treats, but yesterday afternoon, leaving work there was a similar situation. Our office is at the end of an office cove. The cove actually has an outlet in the 'circle' portion of the cove as well as the 'straight away' portion. When I left work I noticed a police officer sitting in the end of the cove in his car. This is not a cove that is conducive to speed traps so there was not an obvious reason for a policeman to sit there. I got in my car and pulled out of our parking lot and Mr. Cop speeds up behind, to read my plates?? (Couldn't he do that when my car was in the lot?) He did not pull me over, but he seemed to be waiting for me because he backed off before I got to the end of the street and turned and went out of the cove the other direction.
If anybody can shed some light on what might be happening, please let me know! Is this something I should be concerned about? I know I have no choice but to continue on until I am mistakenly thrown out of the car and pushed to the ground.... or not. Maybe it is not that crucial, but this is strange, right?
It makes me think of the old Sabotage video from Beastie Boys. That was their best video ever!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Running, Eating, Saving and Smoking
Running is not going well. Neither is not eating chocolate. The weather is perfect most days, but I have not been able to get into gear. I have run a few times, but it is not spectacular. I have my eating in check again, except for the chocolate, which I am just going to have to deal with. (Really -I am not upset about that!) I am sleeping all the time again and it is causing me to drag during the day. When I get off of work I just want to go back to sleep and the cycle continues.
I have fallen into the habit of going out to eat for lunch and dinner on the weekends at work. And, my husband is a great cook. He makes all the fatty, fried, stuff with creamy dipping sauces. Yumm! I am getting back to resisting the temptations though. I am not horrible on the food. I am going over on my calories, but the quality of food has progressively gotten better. One step at a time, right?
On another note, my debt relief program is going well (despite the gobs of money spent on fast food.). I have one account paid off and next month will start on one of the cars. With the majority of this debt being car debt, I think I will be able to really feel the progress once one of the cars is paid off. I am trying to put a certain number of dollars in the savings account each month and right now it looks like that amount might be short for April. My first pay period for March at my 2nd job was not what I have budgeted for savings. In January & February I was a little over my monthly goal so hopefully it all evens out. Yes, I realize that it does not make sense for me to have money in the bank while I have balances, but this is what works for us. We like the cushion for peace of mind because my husband's income is 100% commission based on car sales. I don't think I have to explain our anxiety!
I don't know about you guys, but I am sick of all the financial talk and the recession and things going bad. It feels as though I have cabin fever, but there is no way to get out of the house. I can't wait until all this starts straightening out. I am praying for all those who are dealing with loss of income of loss of a house, etc. Everyday I am on the verge too, which is why I am scrambling now.
Maybe we should all smoke a *j* and eat brownies for a while. Nah, that won't work. We will just wake up sober and fat. I can handle sober but I can't handle starting over!
Oh yea, speaking of smoking, my husband is trying to quit smoking (again). I think he has a good start this time and it seems he really wants it. I will be so proud of him when he kicks this habit. Not because of all of society's views (I can't be hypocritical. I am a recovered smoker.) but because I know it bothers him that he has not been able to quit. So, along with all the people dealing with life right now, my heart goes out to him as well.
Good luck to everybody.
I have fallen into the habit of going out to eat for lunch and dinner on the weekends at work. And, my husband is a great cook. He makes all the fatty, fried, stuff with creamy dipping sauces. Yumm! I am getting back to resisting the temptations though. I am not horrible on the food. I am going over on my calories, but the quality of food has progressively gotten better. One step at a time, right?
On another note, my debt relief program is going well (despite the gobs of money spent on fast food.). I have one account paid off and next month will start on one of the cars. With the majority of this debt being car debt, I think I will be able to really feel the progress once one of the cars is paid off. I am trying to put a certain number of dollars in the savings account each month and right now it looks like that amount might be short for April. My first pay period for March at my 2nd job was not what I have budgeted for savings. In January & February I was a little over my monthly goal so hopefully it all evens out. Yes, I realize that it does not make sense for me to have money in the bank while I have balances, but this is what works for us. We like the cushion for peace of mind because my husband's income is 100% commission based on car sales. I don't think I have to explain our anxiety!
I don't know about you guys, but I am sick of all the financial talk and the recession and things going bad. It feels as though I have cabin fever, but there is no way to get out of the house. I can't wait until all this starts straightening out. I am praying for all those who are dealing with loss of income of loss of a house, etc. Everyday I am on the verge too, which is why I am scrambling now.
Maybe we should all smoke a *j* and eat brownies for a while. Nah, that won't work. We will just wake up sober and fat. I can handle sober but I can't handle starting over!
Oh yea, speaking of smoking, my husband is trying to quit smoking (again). I think he has a good start this time and it seems he really wants it. I will be so proud of him when he kicks this habit. Not because of all of society's views (I can't be hypocritical. I am a recovered smoker.) but because I know it bothers him that he has not been able to quit. So, along with all the people dealing with life right now, my heart goes out to him as well.
Good luck to everybody.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I thought I posted this days ago... Oops!
I was involved in a wreck this past January. I don't know that I even mentioned it here, as I was so stressed over it that every time I talked about it I could feel my blood boiling. Long story short, I was hit by someone pulling out of a driveway, making a left hand turn, but I received a ticket at the time because the officer said that I was driving in the turning lane. [In my whining 3 year old voice, "I was not!"]. Well, Monday morning I get to go to court to dispute my ticket and try to get it taken off my driving record. If I can get it dismissed, my insurance company will subrogate against the other party involved for the damages.
I live in a big city that has lots of bad drivers and lots of criminals (the traffic court division is in the same building as the jail house). I have never, ever been to this building for anything. I am scared! I feel like I should be using my 3 year old voice because I feel the need to hide under my bed. Don't get me wrong - I am not weak or easily intimidated, but the stories that I have heard from people going to the courthouse are really horrible.
UPDATE 03/18/09: I really thought that I finished this post and, well, posted it. But, as I sit here I noticed that it never went anywhere. So to update you on things... I went to the courthouse on Monday. The court time on my ticket was 9:00 AM. I got there at 7:30! I am always early, people. Maybe not always this early, but I am always early. After paying the $10 to park across the street from the courthouse, the plan was to scope it out and see where I needed to be and go back and sit in the car for a while to prepare myself.
When I went through the metal detectors (2 in the same hallway), found my way upstairs to the court rooms (I almost went to the visiting section of the jail!), and then found Division 2 (Honorable Tarik Sugarmon), I found that people were already waiting to get in. WOW! I was not first for once! I wanted to get everything over as quickly as possible so I decided to stand in line rather than going to sit in the car.
I am so glad I did! As 9:00 got closer, the chatter got louder. Employees started showing up for work, lawyers started looking for their clients, people wandered around looking for the correct court room... I looked around and noticed that I was standing in a hallway with, literally, several hundred other people.
Finally, the clerk came around and handed me a piece of paper with my name, date of birth, and the charges against me and I marched into the court room to face the judge (which I was told by friends that I would not have to do...). He asked me questions about what happened and then quickly told me that he was going to dismiss my case. Yay!
The whole experience was intimidating, but quick. Once things started moving it probably only took about 10 minutes! Nobody set themselves on fire in my presence and I found the courage to talk to the judge in a grown up voice - not a shaky 3 year old.
To make a long story short, my insurance company is going to pay for my damages and the other party's insurance is going to pay for her damages. Some 50/50 law crap. I don't get my deductible back but I don't have to pay for her damages. Basically, my insurance will go up, just not as much as I had feared.
Yay justice.
I live in a big city that has lots of bad drivers and lots of criminals (the traffic court division is in the same building as the jail house). I have never, ever been to this building for anything. I am scared! I feel like I should be using my 3 year old voice because I feel the need to hide under my bed. Don't get me wrong - I am not weak or easily intimidated, but the stories that I have heard from people going to the courthouse are really horrible.
UPDATE 03/18/09: I really thought that I finished this post and, well, posted it. But, as I sit here I noticed that it never went anywhere. So to update you on things... I went to the courthouse on Monday. The court time on my ticket was 9:00 AM. I got there at 7:30! I am always early, people. Maybe not always this early, but I am always early. After paying the $10 to park across the street from the courthouse, the plan was to scope it out and see where I needed to be and go back and sit in the car for a while to prepare myself.
When I went through the metal detectors (2 in the same hallway), found my way upstairs to the court rooms (I almost went to the visiting section of the jail!), and then found Division 2 (Honorable Tarik Sugarmon), I found that people were already waiting to get in. WOW! I was not first for once! I wanted to get everything over as quickly as possible so I decided to stand in line rather than going to sit in the car.
I am so glad I did! As 9:00 got closer, the chatter got louder. Employees started showing up for work, lawyers started looking for their clients, people wandered around looking for the correct court room... I looked around and noticed that I was standing in a hallway with, literally, several hundred other people.
Finally, the clerk came around and handed me a piece of paper with my name, date of birth, and the charges against me and I marched into the court room to face the judge (which I was told by friends that I would not have to do...). He asked me questions about what happened and then quickly told me that he was going to dismiss my case. Yay!
The whole experience was intimidating, but quick. Once things started moving it probably only took about 10 minutes! Nobody set themselves on fire in my presence and I found the courage to talk to the judge in a grown up voice - not a shaky 3 year old.
To make a long story short, my insurance company is going to pay for my damages and the other party's insurance is going to pay for her damages. Some 50/50 law crap. I don't get my deductible back but I don't have to pay for her damages. Basically, my insurance will go up, just not as much as I had feared.
Yay justice.
Motivation and Money
I am at a motivational crossroads. With work, with running and exercise, with cleaning the house, with taking my weekly pictures, with my blogs, with everything. Some days I am fully loaded and ready to go and others I just want to crawl in bed and pull the covers over my head. (I have taken to getting a nap in on my lunch breaks!! What the hell is wrong with me?!). I have a friend who berates himself all the time and it is awkward and gets old quickly so I don't want to go on and on. In my experience if I put it here, I am usually able to do something about it and move on. Speaking of moving on...
My Dad is my biggest hero of all time. A couple of years ago he was diagnosed with hepatitis and had to take six months worth of weekly shots that could have led him to remission. Millions of people find themselves in this situation; the shots work for some and for some they don't. For my Dad, the shots did not work. He had the option to go through another round of shot treatment, but because of how ill the shots made him, he opted to live as long as his liver will allow without the shots.
Let me back up a little. Daddy drove a truck for years and years until my sister and I came along and then he went into construction so that he could be home with my mom and us. Construction is the only thing I have really known him to do, although I grew up with stories of his truck driving days. When Daddy was taking the shots, construction was too physical to keep up with (I bet age had a part in it too. He is getting old!). Really, it made him so ill that any type of job was too much. He struggled through and worked most of the time even though he was dragging and in pain.
Anyhoo - I am telling this story for a reason... When he got over the shots, he decided to go back to driving a truck because it is not as physically demanding. I thought it was a great idea and he was excited. I co-signed for a loan for him to go back through the school and get his commercial license. He graduated and got a job right out of school with a company and went to driving. A few months later, we all find ourselves in the mess we are in now and he is laid off. There is still a few payments left on the loan so I picked up the payments. I did it for two reasons. One, to protect my credit rating and two, so that he did not have to worry about the expense until he found another job.
Fast forward a couple of months to the present. Daddy finds out that I have been paying the loan and we get into a 'discussion' about him paying me back. I explain that I don't need him to pay me back, but if he wants to then he can when he gets another job. Until that happens I am in no hurry to get the money back. The way I see it, if we are both making payments then the loan will be paid off early and we will save that much more on interest. Truth be told, I would like to pay off the loan entirely, as I see this as the same as making payments on a car we have already sold. I would never bring up paying the loan off though.
My Mom and Dad have always been the best parents that I know. Of course, I am biased! But, they always put me and my sister first and have done everything they could for us. I realize that that is part of the job description as a parent, but they did a hell of a job. I know a lot of parents who may say they agree, but their actions don't really support the theory of living for their kids like Mom and Dad do. I admit that on my list of reasons to not have kids, one of those reasons is because I don't feel that I can live up to the excellent job my parents did. I saw this loan as a way I could be there for him (and Mom) the way they have always done for me. Of course, this is only a fraction of what I owe them.
Was this an insult? Was it demeaning? My intent was not to make anyone feel bad or embarrassed, I was just trying to help. My parents are the type that won't even let us pay for dinner if we all go out. Or if I drive the 200 miles to see them, they want to give me gas money. I dropped the discussion and Dad will continue to pay the loan and if a month comes by when he needs me to pay it, then he will let me know. I am fine with that. Like I said, I wanted to help, not make them unhappy, therefore, however he wants to do it is fine with me. As long as he is content.
What is the best way to handle truly humble people? I want to show gratitude and they want to argue back and forth about them being my parents no matter how old I get (Don't get me wrong, I fully know that they will be my parents, even if I live to be 245!) My actions are a product of how they raised me - to put others first!!! For now, I will lay off of this.
My Dad is my biggest hero of all time. A couple of years ago he was diagnosed with hepatitis and had to take six months worth of weekly shots that could have led him to remission. Millions of people find themselves in this situation; the shots work for some and for some they don't. For my Dad, the shots did not work. He had the option to go through another round of shot treatment, but because of how ill the shots made him, he opted to live as long as his liver will allow without the shots.
Let me back up a little. Daddy drove a truck for years and years until my sister and I came along and then he went into construction so that he could be home with my mom and us. Construction is the only thing I have really known him to do, although I grew up with stories of his truck driving days. When Daddy was taking the shots, construction was too physical to keep up with (I bet age had a part in it too. He is getting old!). Really, it made him so ill that any type of job was too much. He struggled through and worked most of the time even though he was dragging and in pain.
Anyhoo - I am telling this story for a reason... When he got over the shots, he decided to go back to driving a truck because it is not as physically demanding. I thought it was a great idea and he was excited. I co-signed for a loan for him to go back through the school and get his commercial license. He graduated and got a job right out of school with a company and went to driving. A few months later, we all find ourselves in the mess we are in now and he is laid off. There is still a few payments left on the loan so I picked up the payments. I did it for two reasons. One, to protect my credit rating and two, so that he did not have to worry about the expense until he found another job.
Fast forward a couple of months to the present. Daddy finds out that I have been paying the loan and we get into a 'discussion' about him paying me back. I explain that I don't need him to pay me back, but if he wants to then he can when he gets another job. Until that happens I am in no hurry to get the money back. The way I see it, if we are both making payments then the loan will be paid off early and we will save that much more on interest. Truth be told, I would like to pay off the loan entirely, as I see this as the same as making payments on a car we have already sold. I would never bring up paying the loan off though.
My Mom and Dad have always been the best parents that I know. Of course, I am biased! But, they always put me and my sister first and have done everything they could for us. I realize that that is part of the job description as a parent, but they did a hell of a job. I know a lot of parents who may say they agree, but their actions don't really support the theory of living for their kids like Mom and Dad do. I admit that on my list of reasons to not have kids, one of those reasons is because I don't feel that I can live up to the excellent job my parents did. I saw this loan as a way I could be there for him (and Mom) the way they have always done for me. Of course, this is only a fraction of what I owe them.
Was this an insult? Was it demeaning? My intent was not to make anyone feel bad or embarrassed, I was just trying to help. My parents are the type that won't even let us pay for dinner if we all go out. Or if I drive the 200 miles to see them, they want to give me gas money. I dropped the discussion and Dad will continue to pay the loan and if a month comes by when he needs me to pay it, then he will let me know. I am fine with that. Like I said, I wanted to help, not make them unhappy, therefore, however he wants to do it is fine with me. As long as he is content.
What is the best way to handle truly humble people? I want to show gratitude and they want to argue back and forth about them being my parents no matter how old I get (Don't get me wrong, I fully know that they will be my parents, even if I live to be 245!) My actions are a product of how they raised me - to put others first!!! For now, I will lay off of this.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
After Being Away So Long...
I have been such a slacker on my running for the past couple of months. My excuse, however lame it is, is that it has been cold/rainy/snowy outside. I really hate cold weather and I really tried all winter to ignore the cold and push through it, but I am just not that strong! About 30 degrees is about as cold as I can go. Even that is pushing it because I don't like suffocating in my sweatshirts and freezing on my arms! I can never get enough layers on my arms...
In the process of playing dodge ball with the weather I got really unmotivated. I have been so extremely tired lately and I am pretty sure it is because I am not much more active than a rock. We went to Las Vegas on vacation and I felt like a failure because I was a little puffy and un-energetic. One of the reasons I got into all this stuff is because I wanted to be less self conscious about myself in these situations.
Yesterday I hit the pavement! The husband was at work and I was off so I had about 4 hours by myself. I used that time to try and get back on track. I have to tell you that it was awesome! I am so out of practice that I could not run to long at a time without stopping, so that part was not awesome. But, the wind was blowing just a little and it was kind of overcast outside and it was just perfect! Sweat built up on the back of my neck (That is really TMI, unless you feel the way I do about running!) and my legs had more of a purpose than just getting me from place to place.
I can't believe I have taken this much time off. I miss this. I have heard people say that they feel better when they exercise, but now I understand what that means. I have felt like crap for a while now but I thought it was depression and me getting sick. I have not wanted to go out and do anything or clean my house and my sales have been down. My only problem now is trying to get my endurance back up there so that I have the motivation to stick with it.
I only ran for about 30 minutes, but when I got home I was able to finish my laundry and cook dinner and clean the house (yes, I have been that lazy!). Now, if I can lay off the chocolate, I might be worth something! But, one step at a time.
In the process of playing dodge ball with the weather I got really unmotivated. I have been so extremely tired lately and I am pretty sure it is because I am not much more active than a rock. We went to Las Vegas on vacation and I felt like a failure because I was a little puffy and un-energetic. One of the reasons I got into all this stuff is because I wanted to be less self conscious about myself in these situations.
Yesterday I hit the pavement! The husband was at work and I was off so I had about 4 hours by myself. I used that time to try and get back on track. I have to tell you that it was awesome! I am so out of practice that I could not run to long at a time without stopping, so that part was not awesome. But, the wind was blowing just a little and it was kind of overcast outside and it was just perfect! Sweat built up on the back of my neck (That is really TMI, unless you feel the way I do about running!) and my legs had more of a purpose than just getting me from place to place.
I can't believe I have taken this much time off. I miss this. I have heard people say that they feel better when they exercise, but now I understand what that means. I have felt like crap for a while now but I thought it was depression and me getting sick. I have not wanted to go out and do anything or clean my house and my sales have been down. My only problem now is trying to get my endurance back up there so that I have the motivation to stick with it.
I only ran for about 30 minutes, but when I got home I was able to finish my laundry and cook dinner and clean the house (yes, I have been that lazy!). Now, if I can lay off the chocolate, I might be worth something! But, one step at a time.
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