workout

Did it! Got back to the gym for a session with my personal trainer, and it was great! She really pushed me, which is awesome, and I did weight reps I didn't know I could do. Started with the harder and heavier at the beginning, so at the end when I was tired, the lighter weights were enough work.

Ate really well, tracked everything in my journal, and feeling good. Had a gain at WI this morning, but a measly 0.2 isn't much to worry about, especially not after this weekend.

I've got another personal training appointment on Thursday, and looking forward to it. Every session with R makes me realize she's awesome, and that my last trainer was... kinda a twit.

just a little creeped out

Alright, I can deal with being hit on. It's nice and flattering, if the person is cool about it. If they're slimy, it's not so nice.

This wasn't slimy, but it was decidedly strange. Who calls a company's 1-800 number, identifies the location (Canada-wide) of the person they want to reach, and then asks if I got the phone number he'd written on the back of the 300g chocolate bar he left with me, and by the way can I call him tonight?!

I told him tonight wasn't good, I was going to be out with my husband all evening.

Really hope he takes the hint, rather than assuming I'll call him some other night...

procrastination

So I've got a couple DVDs of photos downstairs. One is from our wedding, and I'm thrilled with those. Another is a compilation of photos from my dad's side of the family, which was assembled for my gramma's 80th birthday. Way too many "before" pictures on that disk! I really should get them onto here so I've got a constant reminder to keep on plan for WW, but I'm not sure I want a constant reminder of how heavy I was. Not a pretty picture.

J would argue that, but then when I waved the photo I plan to use for my "before" shot at him, he asked what was wrong with the picture, 'cause I was beautiful.

He's such a sweetheart. I pointed out that once upon a time I didn't have multiple chins.

Personal training attempt

Had a session booked tonight, but my P.T. came down with a migraine and had to cancel. Poor thing has my sympathies, because I get those too, so I know how bad they are. But because I hadn't thought to give her my cell number, I didn't know the appointment was cancelled until after my warmup.

So I stayed and did 20 minutes of cardio. I know, not a big deal, but with my walks to and from work, that made for 60 minutes of cardio today.

I've been so miserable lately, and I think getting my butt back to the gym is really going to help.

Now all I have to do is solve my work issues, win the lottery, and I'll be fine! Tongue in cheek, but really, I do need to find a new job, and I need to save some money to go back to school, even via distance ed. Goal for this year, save money. Which reminds me, I need to go make lunch for tomorrow so I'm not tempted to buy it.

getting tired of this

So my weekend is here, since I took today as a vacation day. We're heading up to the cottage today, and then to Sudbury Sunday for a party for my gramma's 80th. Fun times.

Why am I in a bad mood then? I feel on edge, snippy, and teary. Time to shake myself off and get moving though. Long drive, and I'm glad J's driving. Maybe I'll have a nap in the car.

back to the gym

So tonight was my first personal training session with my trainer. That was supposed to happen three weeks ago but then I broke two toes. Slight need for recovery there.

She is awesome. We talked about goals, challenges that I have, nutrition (down to easier and hardest part of following WW), and took all my measurements. Only did about a half hour workout, but considering I hadn't been to the gym since September, I'm feeling good. Then of course was my 15 minute walk home to finish up my cardio.

Back on track, and feeling much better. :)

Hmm... something to think about

We're getting "tips" through working on living well. Today's struck home just a little:

"Ask for help when you need it. There are times in our lives when we feel overwhelmed in our professional and/or personal lives and need support. Remember that asking for help is a strength and a sign of resourcefulness, not a weakness."

Note to self, remember to ask for help when I need it.

bitchfest

Okay, I've been depressed lately. I know this. I'm trying to fight it, to not let it bring me totally down. Then this morning while I'm getting ready for work I just burst into tears. J sat there and held me, drove me in to work, and on the way asked for an explanation.

What do I tell him? That I'm frustrated with work? He already knows that. That I'm having a hard time lately following my weight watchers plan? He knows that. That I'm still sore from breaking my toes, and it's keeping me from getting back to the gym, and that's pissing me off? He knows that part too. He also knows one of my coworkers is making me crazy, just by being young and slightly ... oblivious. That's a good word for it. It scares me though when someone just 4 years younger than I am makes me feel old. Totally different values I suppose.

So anyway, I started my day in tears, was up by 3 freakin pounds for my WI, get to work and discover that we're short staffed yet again, and get to deal with the young idiot hanging onto a fax instead of delivering it where it was supposed to go. Great.

I'm so tired. Not physically, though there's a little of that too. I'm just emotionally drained, and I don't know how to fix that.

Weekend's arrived

Hallelujah, the weekend is here.

So I'm a little fed up with work at the moment, in part because the past week has been deader than a door nail (what does that mean?), and also because I'm ready to strangle a coworker. I won't get into why, but it's enough to have me pulling out my hair.

So I've been down lately, partly the weather, partly I'm frustrated with work, and just the tiniest bit, I'm starting to hear that clock. The last part at least I can deal with, I spoke to the other half, and just let him know that I don't want "someday" to keep being pushed back. I have a little deadline in mind for munchkins, at least for starting to try, which is before I'm 30. So another year and a half. Once that was stated, my mood improved, funny thing.

So I'm looking for a new job. Not that the one I have isn't decent, but there's a problem. I despise sales. I loathe them with every fibre of my being.

Guess what 9/10ths of my job entails? You got it. Never mind that I'm called a Customer Service Rep. The sales are more important than the customer service part.

I also would love to go back to school. It's funny. I had ample opportunity to go to post-secondary out of high school, but just couldn't deal at the time. Now I'm desperate to go back, and I can't afford the loss of income. I really want the training I need to get into a Human Resources position. I can deal with people all day long, and no sales.

Anyway, off to find the other half and see what's around for dinner, 'cause the cat is starting to look tasty, but she'd be too much work. ;)