If you know me in real life, you know I can’t sit still and struggle with the notion of “down-time.”
Hell, even if you don’t know me in real life, if you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time you probably could have deduced that all on your own without ever having met me!
The truth is, I always feel like I “should be” doing something else.
And so it’s a rare day when I find myself with absolutely nothing to do, no obligations to meet, no friends/hubby to play with (he had a soccer tourney and then conference calls for school) … today was just me, myself and I and a wide-open Outlook calendar. Continue reading “LAZY SUNDAY. You heard me –> *LAZY*”
I love my husband to death, but he got me sick and we’re leaving for Korea in FOUR DAYS!
Sure, he’s feeling better (the boy literally keeps Tropicana and Florida’s Natural in business) … but now I’m sick. –> NOT HAPPY.
I started feeling the sniffles toward the end of the weekend and tried to ignore it.
Then yesterday my head started pounding, my glands were swollen and my throat started hurting when I swallowed.
By last night at the gym, I was really struggling and feeling it in my chest, too … and I knew I needed to see a doctor and get some drugs. Continue reading ““No Gym for You!””
If I had to spend a day completely alone (no husband, family, friends, or colleagues), within a few miles of home, here’s how this otherwise creature-of-habit gal would spend it.
First, I’d wake when my body had had enough sleep; I wouldn’t be jolted by the irksome 5:15 a.m. wake-up screech I usually hear (followed by my back-up cell-phone alarm).
I imagine the room would be darkened thanks to stormy weather outside, so I’d be rubbing my eyes as the weak sun peeked behind the clouds around 7:30, and laze around in bed watching “The Today Show” for an hour or so.
Then, since I would have slept in real pajamas (vs. sleeping in clean gym clothes so I can just wake and go) I’d change into my workout clothes. I’d ignore my digital Tanita scale in the bathroom while getting ready; she has no purpose in my dream day.
I’d hit the gym for a nice, long workout including cardio and weights, but I would stop when my legs and arms started to fatigue–not when I’d burned X calories or been working out for X minutes. Because I wouldn’t be rushing to work, I’d have all the time in the world to take a break and reassess, stretch, etc. I’d leave the gym with a spring in my step, not rushing for the door.
Back home I wouldn’t need to go grocery shopping, clean or do laundry like I do most Saturdays when I get back from the gym, because on this dream day (during the week!), all our clothes are clean and folded, every room is spotless, and the fridge is stocked. Continue reading “A (Solo) Dream Day”