I don't think I really need to explain what I'm doing. I'm going to confess everything from my past week. Good, bad, ugly. Usually more bad and ugly than good - but I hope that starts to change, soon.
I confess that I didn't make it to the gym last night to check it out because I was at the library getting a library card. Sounds stupid, I know, but it's something Hubby has been wanting me to do - and I finally decided to do it. My intent was to go straight to the gym after, because it's on the way, but I didn't realize it took half an hour to get a library card. Yes, apparently it's been that long since I've had a library card.
I confess that I'm still drinking water while at work like it's going out of style. And in the bathroom just as often. I'm hoping my body will start to adjust to the amount of fluid it's taking in, cause my little hallway dances where I'm rushing to the bathroom aren't really that pleasant to look at.
I confess that I'm exhausted. Sunday night I just wasn't tired, and didn't go to sleep until around midnight. I was then up at 4:30 yesterday morning. I had planned an early night last night, but didn't go to bed until 10. Then, I was up again at 4:30 this morning. I know feel like a walking zombie. I'm having that early night tonight. You can count on it.
I confess that I went to bed last night because Jelly kept me hostage making hats for her baby dolls. What started out as me just making a hat for her favorite baby doll turned in to her dragging out all three of her favorite baby dolls and then me having to make hats for all of them. I was quite ready for bed at 9, but I'd only finished one hat by then. It took me an hour to finish the other two. My crochet hobby is supposed to be for fun and relaxation. Didn't realize it could turn in to a sweat shop situation where I was forced in to shooting out baby doll sized hats. I know, I could have just told Jelly no - and that I had to go to bed - but the kid knows exactly how to work me. Like using my own words against me. "But Mommy, it's not fair if only one of my baby dolls has a hat. You said I have to be fair...". Ugh...that kid is an evil genius.
I confess that I wasn't happy when I stepped on the scale this morning. I know that it's a day early, but after seeing what I saw - I've decided that I'm not weighing in this week....officially. Call it a cop out, if you will, but I want to give myself another week. A part of it has to do with Aunt Flo showing her ugly head this morning. A part of it has to do with the fact that I haven't done any exercise since the new year and I want to see how much of a difference there is with the number next week when I've actually done some exercise. The first competitive weigh-in for the Biggest Loser competition is next week - so I'll just work with that calendar.
I confess that I'm definitely having a hard time finding my groove. I've always heard that it's hard to get back on the wagon after falling off. For the past two years, that hasn't really been an issue. I start the new year off with vigor and determination. This year, things are going much slower. I'm hoping that it's just a sign that a reverse play is happening. I start off slow, and finish the year strong. Rather than starting off strong and fading out a few months in. That's possible, right?
I confess that I'm looking forward to my 3 day weekend that's coming up. School's out next Monday for professional development. Being that I'm not employed as a teacher, I don't have to go. I guess that's one of the upsides to not being employed as a teacher - although I'd trade a few extra days off for a classroom any day. Maybe this time next year I'll be excited that I'm going to professional development. That would be nice, wouldn't it?
Alright, not sure if it's the exhaustion or not, but I can't really think of any more confessions. I hate when Aunt Flo is here, it makes me all moody and tired and blah feeling. I hate feeling that way. It's a new thing... well, new since I got the last implant. No, I don't like the side effects, but they are tolerable 3 days out of the month. Hopefully she stays pretty quiet this month - I'm not in the mood to deal with her. I hate feeling bloated and moody... it sure doesn't help when I'm trying to feel motivated to exercise. I've got to push through it, though. Cause if I don't - it means she wins. I just can't let that happen.
Well, have a great Tuesday!!
Till next time. ;)