Trying to be...
2003-08-25 - 9:42 a.m.
So I've started exercising again....
granted, its a slow start, but I'm getting there. For now, I'm going to try to do *something* every day, in hopes that I get back to the routine that I had last spring...back when I felt solid and energized and charged. For now, its a bit by bit process. Saturday, though I worked at Curves all day, I didn't even do a full circuit. I trained two people, so I did two loops during the course of the day, and I stretched a LOT, which felt awesome. Yesterday I also stretched a lot and did a full Curves workout. Today, I did 15 minutes on the eliptical trainer (on loan from a friend) and some stretching.
Its amazing how lazy I can be when I let myself get away with it....
My period is due in a few days. I hate this part. The anticipatory "should I take a pregnancy test yet" part, when I know the answer is no, I shouldn't -- its too early. The part where I start overanalyzing every symptom in my body --
"Is this a typical PMS symptom?"
"Is this something new?"
"If its new, could that mean??"
"my breasts...are they more tender than last month, or about the same?"
"oh, was that a cramp, or possibly the little egg implanting?"
whatever. Even I am tired of listening to myself.
In other news:
I quit Curves. Well, I told her I'd still do September, but no more working after that. She offered to pay me, in addition to the comp membership, but I told her it wasn't about the money, it was about the need for free time. She totally understood, and was great about it. Now I just have to see over the next month if I will use it enough to start paying for it again. Its not a lot ($60/month, for those of us in the big city) but if I don't think I'll get my money's worth, I may just join the Y near my house.
My nana broke down to me yesterday. I mean, bawling on the phone uncontrollably. I think the reality of Papa's death has finally hit her, and the relief she felt from his passing has been overtaken by grief. It was her birthday last week, and their wedding anniversary is next week. Milestones always make it so much more difficult. She kept apologizing to me for crying, and I kept saying "but if you can't break down to your family, who can you break down to". But I'm worried about her. She will not go back on anti=depressants, and I'm worried that she will just give up on living. I talked to my parents afterwards, and we all feel helpless. Its an awful feeling.
I made an awesome spiced zuchinni cake yesterday. Its like a carrot cake, but a bit zingier...and the frosting wasn't so much a cream cheese frosting as a confectioner sugar spicy frosting. But if I did it again, I would use a traditional cream cheese frosting.
I also made a fantatic shrimp/scallop spinach curry for dinner last night, served over couscous. Yum. I'm already excited that I have extras for dinner tonight.
My fingernails are getting really brittle and peeling. What is that indicative of? Other than I don't take great care of them (I am not one of those "put gloves on to wash the dishes" types, and I tend to use my fingernails to open things, get in the grooves of things, to type, etc). But still, the tips are all peely and thin.
this may be, quite possibly,the most boring entry I've ever written.
