Well I have been tired and sore and grouchy and generally no fun to be around lately. All because I am having trouble with a project I am working on as part of my job. I said I would have the project completed on Friday and well if there is one thing I am good at it is finishing projects like this one. I banged away on it all weekend and yes I had some success but it isn’t done. I feel like saying to this computer program “Do you know who I am and how talented I am and how smart I am?” It really sucks having an argument with a computer. Its answer to everything is Beep 32 errors, Beep 12 errors and Beep 63 errors! Now I have had a tick in my cheek that keeps on twitching.
So I told the trainer that I really like working with the VIPR on Tuesday. Yep, It’s VIPR not Viper. I found that out when I was looking for a picture of it. That’s right folks I am so bad-ass I spin a sports car over my head when I work out. I’m not going to describe the VIPR just look at the picture. I’m tired of telling people it’s like a foam bazooka with different weights. They just stare at me. Anyway the result was that we worked out with the VIPR Thursday and so did everybody that had him after me … Hmmm. I may be in trouble with more people than just Rusty. She was not thrilled to find out she was getting the VIPR after me. We had a verbal dual about who was abusing Advil the most this morning.
We all have a set of rules we follow in the back of our minds. I am the kind of person that would never do this and always do that. I have been trying with some success to add to those rules in order to improve my health and well-being. I added the “Just One Thing” rule and each day I have just one fitness goal to accomplish. Usually that goal is to get up at the usual time and get out the door to the gym. If I work on that rule long enough it becomes habit and part of how I define myself. I find I can’t work on too many rules at one time or on a rule that is too complex. I also have a rule that I do not miss sessions with my trainer. I have been very successful with that one although I think about cancelling often.
So today is known as “Blue Monday” the most depressing day of the year for people living in the northern hemisphere. This is the day that the accumulated effects of months of extra night plus holiday debt plus failure on resolutions results in the blues. Well I have to say that on Friday when I discovered there were racoons in my attic I was feeling pretty blue. I had my usual reaction of that’s it I’m moving. I can’t take this! I don’t have time for this! All is lost! I need to start dialing back the drama! The raccoons were having a party and kept me up much of the night. I called pest control and they patched up the hole in my soffit and put out traps. Apparently I will know and so will all my neighbours once we catch one of these guys. Hmm Great! You know it will happen at 2AM. So far no caged critters. These are city racoons they may know what’s what with the traps.
What is the deal when you can’t buy a vest anymore? In my opinion the vest is a great piece of clothing. You have a plain dress that shows off too many lumps. No problem put on a long vest all is forgiven. Outfit not professional enough for work? Get out the vest. Want to have all eyes on your face? Ruffled blouse with a vest. Funky? Vest! Stomach pooch? Vest! Is it because of those people that have vests with cats or horses all over them? Maybe it was the Christmas vests. They killed the industry didn’t they? I had to go to OSFcostumerentals to find any pictures of vests I liked. Apparently my taste is stuck in 1930.
This evening I am working on my plan for maximum Thursday morning workout mojo. I have a trainer that kicks my butt Tuesday and Thursday morning and Thursday is always a little tougher because I am often already beaten up from Tuesday. So there is that feeling when you first see him of hell I already gave all I got for this week. Its’ particularly tough if he is waiting for me on the stairs (stair climbing anyone) or has the big mattress out in the gym (exercises while unstable are frustrating). On Tuesday I mocked my trainer and told him the weights were too light and then asked for extra exercises at the end. I barely stumbled out of that workout. My legs were jello. I was sure I was really going to suffer for that workout but the muscle pain hasn’t been bad at all. I did something I don’t normally do and put ice on my knees after that workout. Gee maybe this ice thing works! I think I better do a study on this over the next few weeks. Wouldn’t that suck if the cure to my aches and pains was the ice everybody has been … Continue reading
In yesterday’s article about the magic fork Crabby McSlacker commented that “a hint to slow the heck down when eating would probably be helpful too.” To which I thought I’ve read them all and I am not chewing my meat 15 times until it is sawdust in my mouth. Then I couldn’t come up with any other rules for slowing down your eating, so I looked it up on the internet. Turns out, there was a couple ideas that I didn’t reject outright with an imperious sniff and downward pointing thumb.
I eat too fast! It’s a fact. When I was a child it was a race to eat your potatoes and get a second helping before my brothers finished them off. If something tasted horrible like squash (SHUDDERS!) you would start by shoveling as much as you could and choke it back before you tasted it. After that it was long hard struggle to wash the taste out of your mouth and then somehow take another bite. Once we got a dog some of the super time stress was reduced as Blackie the dog could be counted to eat anything.