Hmm. I see there is a reason why they generally have more than one person working on the PAC unit at any given time. This is day three of being my own manager, consultant and administrative staff, and I’m feeling a little worn out. I need a weekend.
And, apparently, a new health regime. After a delightful evening of goofing around and watching two brilliant episodes of the O.C. for the first time (the Christmukkah and New Year’s Eve episodes), I had some kind of serious breakdown last night about being a big fattie. I actually have no idea how much I do or do not weigh, but I’m certainly at the point of not taking it lying down any more. This means it’s time for some drastic action, to prevent a totally undesired bout of self-loathing.
It’s time for broccoli. It’s time for water. It’s time for yoga. And it’s time, alas, just before birthday and Christmas, to lock down against chocolate, cookies, ice cream, fast food and all that other stuff. This could be challenging, due to JVL’s love and almost NEED of all the foods I must not eat if I want to avoid morbid obesity. And also, our lack of a nearby grocery store with a decent fruit and veggie aisle is a little off-putting. But if I’m determined, I’m sure I will prevail. It’s all about mind over body. And perhaps, mind over rum and coke. And occasionally, mind over poutine.
It’s a challenge. I will start by having a healthy lunch today with
Come ooooonnnnn, weekend!