Advent calendar from my boss’s wife, brought back from her most recent trip to Germany. And it’s Milka chocolate….. Mmmmmmmm!!!!!
Whirlwind four-day weekend
And now I’m lazing on the couch with The Man. In no particular order, I…
Cooked with my dad & mom & husband in my kitchen
Slept 13 hours straight
Made up three new recipes, all of which turned out awesome
Scrubbed out the dog crate after Ladyface had an accident
Saw one of my best friends & learned she & her husband are pregnant again!
Relaxed, enjoyed, rested, snuggled, snoozed
Yup, been a good long weekend!
Meeting a friend for a glass of wine in the city. Love being right in front of the white wine options!
The other night on the train, while chewing a piece gum, my gold partial crown fell out. It just… came right out, slid out like a knife from its sheath.
I don’t know who was more surprised, me or the girl sitting next to me on the phone with her friend.
Reality Bites
No, not the movie, the actual part that is reality.
What’s real = I work way, way, way too much. I come home and am exhausted. I go to the gym rarely. I’m not eating well. I’m drinking a bit too much at least once every 2-3 weeks, which maybe isn’t all that much, but it’s still more than has been my habit.
What’s real = Yoga once a week has been the only commitment I’ve been able to hold to since starting this new job. I kick my ass once a week and it’s not enough. I’ve seen a personal trainer a few times but I still don’t feel motivated. I don’t feel like I know how to push myself without hurting my wrists or my shoulder.
What’s real = Yes, my shoulder is still bothering me. Some days, it’s only annoying; some days, I feel it catching as I try to do the most basic lifting. My wrists are okay until I try to do certain balancing postures that require you to put all your weight on just your hands and wrists. But nothing, and I do mean nothing, is messing with me as much as my jaw. It’s agony every day. Talking as much as I do these days really strains the muscles, and my “resting” position doesn’t give me as much comfort these days. I know I’m not grinding or clenching in my sleep - or, rather, I wake up and I’m not in pain, ergo I’m not hurting myself in my sleep. It’s my waking hours that cause pain/discomfort, and the amount of Advil and Aleve I’m taking every day is not, NOT good. I went to acupuncture for several weeks but couldn’t hold to the $ and time commitment when the results weren’t happening for more than a day or two.
What’s real = I want to be happy. I want to remember who I am. I want to hold to the things that matter, I want to move beyond this crazyvilletown that I’m moving through right now. I want to feel the balance. I want to return to the thing that matter.
Where am I with all of this? I guess I’m saying I’m sorry. I started this blog with the intention of posting at least once a day, and as soon as I entered into a tougher, more challenging work environment, I bailed. Yes, where I am is all-consuming… But it doesn’t have to be the end-all, be-all.
What’s the plan? Well, here’s what I know:
- I don’t have to hold back on posting just because I only have my cell, which makes tagging challenging
- I can post something small, something big, just as long as it’s SOMETHING, every day
- I have to remember who I am. Period.
So. See you tomorrow?
