Sick, but still going...

Okay, I'm sick.  I'm coughing and wheezing.  My nose is drippy, but not stuffed up (which is a little odd for me).  And my palate and the back of my throat are burning like they do when you've run too hard in the wind and you're all dried out and tasting copper.  Not to mention, it's that time of the month (so I'm double-fatigued) and I feel all bloaty and icky.  I blame Mother Nature and my buddy Mike-- though I should probably leave him alone since he was out from college sick all last week.  But I'm not going to let it stop me!  I'm going to keep going!  I've rested up a bit with a nice hot water bottle to help draw the fever away from my head, and I feel a little better.  Still lousy, though...

I think I might be a horrible person

Okay....  In this post there's going to be some content that people who: are easily offended; dislike profanity; are under the age where they have had sex education... well, they probably shouldn't read.  So this is all you're getting until after the jump.  YOU are responsible for deciding whether or not to read this, but if you do decide you're going to you aren't allowed to gripe.  Put on the big girl or big boy panties and deal.

Been slacking...

Slacking, slacking...  I have been and I know it.  I'm making myself a goals checklist today, though...  Not massive things.  Just things designed to change my habits.  If I grade myself on my performance I think I'll do better.  I'm phobic of anything less than an A.  Seriously, I've gotten Bs in college and just sat down and cried.  I know, perfectionism is kind of pathetic, but it's compulsive at this point!  ...At least in regards to certain things.  Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect body-- unattainable.  But perfect grades are easier to manage.  And speaking of unattainable, I wanted to share this link with everyone, just to demonstrate what I'm talking about: Can I Change My Body Type?

Dance Dance Resolution

Okay folks, here's a New Year's dare for you.  Keep up with this anime dance video on YouTube.  Beat my time limit of 2 minutes, 16 seconds.  It's 4 and a half minutes out of the video that is pure anime/para para cardio. Make it past the 2:16 marker, and I applaud you, because...  Well, I can't.  But I had a helluva lot of fun trying to keep up with the dance moves!

New Year, Another Try

Well, my fridge broke.  That'll help, right?  Ugh, honestly, it's just one more thing in the stress checklist I need to take care of, and I can't go to work today because I have to wait for the repairman.  I think I'm gonna scream.  Not to mention I, like 95% of the rest of America, ate too much junk over the holidays.  Cookies, junk food, etc...  I ate it, and I admit it.  I think I've actually gained weight, but I haven't checked yet.  That just means that, as soon as I'm done with the pizza in the fridge (please, Dear Anybody, please let it have gotten too warm and gone bad so I have an excuse not to eat it without feeling like I'm throwing money down the drain) I need to back up off the junk and go back to the healthier eating I was doing before the holidays.

Like I told one of my FB friends, I don't understand how people can eat that much junk and still feel okay with themselves.  I did it for two weeks straight and feel freaking sick every time I even think about sugar.

Anyway, I'm gonna go quick today so I can spend some time online looking up refrigerator repair before I call my boss and let him know I'm not going to be actually in, just checking email throughout the day.  I need to do something productive, since ever since I woke up to pee I've been freaking about the fridge and can't sleep.  Four hours' sleep.... yeah, that's good for health and happiness.  I'm also going to do some meditative breathing and listen to the Tron Legacy Soundtrack to see if maybe I can't get at least another hour's sleep before 8:00 am.  Seriously, though, download the music.  It's $5, it's Daft Punk, and it's freaking BEAUTIFUL.

I'll leave you guys with a couple of links I like to kinda make up for this short-entry crap.  Dr. Oz's Top 5 Mistakes Dieters Make and You've Got Richard Simmons.  (Yeah, Richard Simmons may not be everyone's first choice, but the man sure knows how to boost a girl's esteem!  I LOVE his workout tapes-- I just wish I still had a VCR to play them on!)

Week 3...

Okay, so not much progress.  No weight loss (although holding steady at 320 lbs. is still better than gaining!) and no inches lost.  I think a lot of it is stress, and the fact that because of work and school I've been sitting on my butt more than I should have been.  But that isn't an excuse, really, because I could probably find plenty of ways to move around more than I have been.

However, I have been eating a lot better!  I've had fast food three times.  That's only once a week!  Considering as how I used to eat fast food about twice a week, I'd say that's a massive improvement.  I've been eating more salad and vegetables (which I love, so it isn't really a chore), and I've been bringing my food more often than I've been buying things in the cafeteria at school.  Not that the school cafeteria is all that bad, but when the cheapest things available to eat are fries, cheese fries, taquitos, grilled cheese sandwiches, chips and hard-boiled eggs... well, I'm sure you can see that eating there isn't exactly the World Health Organization's idea of good nutrition.  The upside is that I am far more energetic since I laid off a lot of fast food and soda. 

Introduction-- Why I'm Doing This

Okay.  So, I'm starting a personal blog about me and my weight loss journey.  I know, it sounds pretty egotistical, but what blog isn't just a massive homage to the human need to feel important?  In all likelihood, no one will read this.  I wouldn't be surprised if no one reads this.  There's so many blogs out there, who'd really care about one more?  So, with that being my assumption, I'm going to be completely honest here.  If I eventually get readers and subscribers and whatnot, groovy!  Maybe what I'm doing here will help someone else.  If I don't...  Well, then I'm baring my soul in complete privacy despite the public form of mediated communication I've chosen.