Apparently, if I can't make fun of people, what I have left is a big giant blog hole. I will have to seriously rethink this resolution.
I've had better weeks. Calmer, less exciting but more fulfilling weeks. I am still falling apart. Today, instead of getting a tooth pulled, or a root canal, I spent quality time with a nice endodontist who told me I needed not only to get a tooth pulled (he doesn't do that, so messy!), I also needed a root canal on another tooth (he does do that!) but not today.
I made a real resolution on Dec. 9 to get into the best shape of my life. By mistake, did I say "worst shape?" Did I make a boo-boo??
Running: I ran last Saturday, trying to up my mileage to five. My foot gave out at 4.5, and I limped home, very very mad. I have a podiatrist appt sometime soon. (Who the hell can keep track?) So the very thing that keeps me most in shape, this running thing is at the moment only giving me negative feedback. What happens when you get a long string of negative feedback, people?
So Sunday, I went for a long hike. As in walking. Might as well get the hang of walking for exercise now, I'm thinking. It was ok. I found a new trail through some woods near my house. I saw a cute guy on a mountain bike and I so wanted to tell him: "I'm really a runner! Really! I'm only walking because...." But he was gone, while the voice in my head trailed off in the distance. Not that I have anything against walkers!
Monday: Did yoga video.
Tuesday: Spinning at 6:30! a.m.! This is more like it. This is a real work out, and doing it before the sun rises just ups the hardcore quotient. Bonus: very nice spinning instructor. As in nice. As in please-take-your-clothes-off-now nice.
Then yoga at 12:30 at work. (That's two workouts, one day. Just helping you keep track.)
Thursday: Yoga with the lovely A. of the sing-song voice. Planned on elliptical Thursday night but work got in the way.
Friday: Oh, that's today! Today deserves a book. A book that no one but sad pathetic whiners would be interested in. See reCAP (get it? cap? tooth?) above.
So the score for cardio this week? ONE. One 45-minute spinning class. Boo-effing-hoo.
I'm depressed. I think I'm anticipating being depressed after surgery. I like to get a head start on things that way. Oh, and I got on the scale this morning and it said: You gained five pounds this week. I thought I was so over the scale. Bastard.
Five pounds. Even after giving up sugar. No fair. Another round of boo-effing-hoo.
I'm depressed that the title of this blog is really starting to come true. After all those miles! So what do you do when you get depressed? You book time at the hairdresser, natch.
Someone, no, all of you, I'm begging: Kick my whiney ass, and tell me to buck up. Or feel free to pity me. That might work. Ya never know!
Upcoming: Jeanne gets her eyes checked. Stay tuned!
Now, for your listening pleasure, two legends singing my (current) theme song:
Richie, it's buttah!