Things are a little slow again at work. I’ve been lucky to have had enough to do the last week or so, but it’s started to peter out. Even the three days it took me to figure out some looping had to come to an end. And, while I like the break, I am a danger to myself when I’m left with too much time at a computer and nothing productive to do. My problem can be summed up in one word.
So far today, I’ve ordered two instruction books for my steel guitar (along the lines of “Steel Guitar for Morons Having Not Touched a Musical Instrument In 40 Years”) and put a new bathroom scale on my wishlist. I am this close to buying it.
The problem is, I have a bathroom scale (I think I still do) somewhere in my house. It’s not a good one. As I recall, it was a pain in the ass. The kind you have to tap to start and then shoot for two out three (sometimes three out of five) for an accurate weight. It was very frustrating.
I also have a gym membership and the gym has a doctor’s scale that I could use. And while I was there, I could maybe use the treadmill or elliptical or something. Since I was there and everything. I read a tip on a blog that made a ton of sense. She said that even if you don’t want to exercise, you should still get dressed and go. Even if you’re walking slow enough to read a magazine while you watch a TV show, you’re still not sitting on the couch and you may just feel like doing something once you get there.
Instead of doing that, I’ve been eating poorly. Again.
I don’t understand why I fell down the rabbit hole again, but I did. Blame the birthday, blame the busy, blame the genes. Doesn’t matter. Eat like shit; feel like shit. Feel like shit; only want to eat like shit. That’s my circle of failure. I had two good weeks and then it all went to hell in a hand basket.
To top it all off, I feel like I’m wanting to come down with something. Which is not going to increase my desire to get up in any way. I’m hoping it’s just allergies, but it’s feeling more and more like a virus of some sort. I was pleased to have gotten at least two things done yesterday that needed doing, but for the most part, I felt like I could have slept all day. And that feeling came crashing down on me Saturday evening, in the middle of a thoroughly enjoyable outing with the Besties. I wish there as some little warning device I could wear that would alert me to a mood crash like that. Sort of like the lights on the dashboard of your car that blink when it’s out of gas. Yeah. Like that. Then you could tell your friends, “I’m sorry, but I have two more hours of happy left and then I’m going to get really quiet/bitchy/whiney. Please don’t think it’s anything to do with you.”
Good news is this: Husband is away tonight at a work function until the wee hours and Boy is closing, so I am going to get myself the hell out of here on time and go home to a house that has no one in it but me and my dog. So I am going to skip Water Aerobics (yeah, yeah. I know) and enjoy a few hours of peaceful bliss. Or just go to bed as soon as I get home.
Onward toward tomorrow.