luluving

the cloud.

I just merged my music onto the cloud this week and that means re-hearing music from specific timepoints over the past decade or so. One genre is breakup songs, a few of which I played on a loop for a month last year, ah how far a year can take you.

Another and even better genre is kick-ass workout music for my shuffle which resulted in some newfound vigor for my workouts. Totally necessary, because as Mom and I stated last night, we are putting in more efforts to workout and eat well than in the summer and yet the scale is stagnant WTF.

Now that I am living in the suburbs, this decision should be easy with less distractions, no?  Wrong.  I would typically walk to one of my gyms or walk around the Back Bay but instead I workout and then drive home to be sedentary and cuddle with my hot man while watching TV or we go out and eat.

Something drastic must be done. That something is this plan (I'm doing ok aside from points 2 and 4) ::

1. Workout 5 days a week as follows:

2. Drink 2 nights or less (max of 4 drinks/nt)

3. Eat as follows: 6 x / day each meal consisting of 180-300 calories - lean proteins, complex carbs, omega rich fats in moderation

4. 2 cheat meals / week

Aside from that I have no complaints. I made pesto for the first time yesterday (YUM), I am anti SOPA & PIPA, work is going well as is debt management (all CCs paid off by late April depending on my tax return!) = EEeeeee!!!!!!

monster in my head!

Sometimes I wonder if my compulsive tendencies (aligning things so they're squared & perpendicular, can't sleep without my clothes put away, rapid loop thinking about negative OR positive topics - to name a few) are either pretty average and common or if they are pretty extreme, with an acute sense of self-control not to scream all the time.

I'm pretty even-keeled and easygoing in general, but at times (especially at PMS times) the monster cannot be tamed and comes barreling out in horrific glares and/or unwarranted accusations and fury, it truly is a sight to be seen ::

And then I think of how lucky I am which results in kitties, puppies, ringpops & triple-double-rainbows leaking out of my heart and I am then melting. Sometimes it is shocking to me that I have friends/a bf/family left and that they have not all been blown into smithereens., but I guess the happier side of me keeps them around ::

the ones you love

A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow. Shakespeare

I recently made the unconscious decision to "stay in touch" with people, especially ones that I hadn't spoken to in years. I think it correlates with the (temporary) decision of living with my boyfriend out in the suburbs and my hour+ driving time each day. So far two girls I had been meaning to call were completely receptive and our interactions made me feel really positive (and also realize the amount of misunderstandings that can result from what people read on Facebook - ugh!).

The real problem I am having is keeping my New Year's Resolution of flossing my teeth every night.

a chicken with her head cut off.

I have a wrinkle in my forehead. I guess I furrowed my brow enough and it got stuck that way. In desperation I've been trying to associate it with dehydration or sleeping on my stomach (with my face jammed into the pillow, so the most likely culprit).

That's it. Nothing left to do but get older.

 

 

Might as well throw in the towel and say goodbye to my youth right now. In fact, I think I may want to start acting like an old woman. That means I can be even MORE crazy and forgetful than I already am. Forget my underwear? No biggie (those of you that know me already know that this has been occuring for years now, so in all actuality, my mental deterioration has had many telltale signs of slippage).

In fact, I've already changed my lounging attire to include Uggs and a men's t-shirt. It's pretty awesome and comfortable, although bending over and walking can be pretty embarassing.

You know what's awesome? This ::

It is a steel, rolling, metal clothing rack, designed by my boyfriend for my clothes and shoes. Thereby eliminating his constant headache due to my running around like a chicken with her head cut off when I can't put together an outfit at his house. It's one of my favorite things right now and he even sanded it down so I wouldn't get scraped on any rough edges.