Weekend Fun

After finally finishing the forecast (budget) at work on Friday, my kind boss let me knock off an hour early and I came home and took a two-hour nap. Yum. We were going to run around, but Dwight ran around before he picked me up and BAM! Naptime for both of us.

OK. So Saturday my mom and I went to this holistic place for an ionic foot bath. Unless you don't know what this is, it is where you put your feet in this tub of water with a little ionic machine (?) and it draws all these impurities out of your feet. It's gross, and I still feel gross. But, better out than in, right?

So I'm off wine and soda for an undetermined period of time to see if it helps my digestion and hopefully takes a couple of pounds off me. During the forecasting/budgeting process at work I managed to gain 6 pounds. I remember fondly the days when stress made me forget to eat, rather than feel compelled to eat EVERYTHING IN SIGHT. I feel like a cow.

I might actually go on a health kick. That will constitute a whole new blog. Stay tuned, if you care and dare. The deciding factor will be taking my waist measurement and comparing it to a previous waist measurment and if it is an different I shall kick for health.

Speaking of other blogs, I think I might start a blog about being an Administrative Assistant. It's a field with little solidarity. The trick will be to make it compelling and interesting with real-life anecdotes without telling tales about the workplace. Because I hear that is a good idea. Perhaps I will listen to stories from 'out there' so if you or anyone you know are Administrative People the comments are open. Give me ammo so that I don't use my own to get fired.

Today's been a weird day

So the hubby had his wisdom teeth extracted today. He responded remarkably well to the knock-out drops and woke up relatively coherant. I let myself get too hungy, not wanting to eat because he couldn't eat, and not wanting to say that I needed to eat because I didn't want him secretly thinking "it wouldn't kill you to skip a meal or six."

I've got about 30 extra pounds on me. It's well distributed, in that I don't look like I'm 30 pounds overweight, and I am frustrated. I'm mainly frustrated because every three days or so I turn over a new leaf and decide to really do the diet/exercise thing and then I wake up the next morning and eat something awful for breakfast, plan to workout on my lunch break and work straight through it instead. Tomorrow, tomorrow. I'll start tomorrow.

I had a nice little freakout in class tonight, thinking that I might have seen a sore on the lip of the guy sitting behind me and that he might, just might, have taken a drink of my water when I got up to go to the bathroom. Working though my issues, I drank my water anyway. I'll let you know if something horrific starts growing on my lip.

I haven't had any more success with my Heart Walk endeavor. It's been such a struggle. I haven't been able to get my point across to my AHA rep in a nice way--I had to get nasty with her to explain that we're not the type of company that is NOT busy enough to have her stopping by every week to talk about this campaign. Sheesh...it's hard enough getting people to participate once they find out they need to raise money, but throw in a well-meaning and cheerful outside rep who approaches her corporate partners like she's trying to sell them a boat and you've got some overworked do-gooders who don't feel too much like doing good.

The only problem is that in my effort to get her to comply to my (and my company's) wishes as to how we want to run our own fundraising campaign, I've told her how hard I'm working to reach our $25,000.00 goal. I feel like not reaching this goal will be an admission of ineptitude and she'll be proven right in her guerilla not-for-profit managing tactics. Yipe. I just hope we can come close to the goal.

Trying to get through an episode of Saving Grace, but I don't think I have it in me. I think I'll shower and go to bed. I feel beat up--poor Hubby's the one with the wads of cotton in his mouth and I'm feeling sorry for myself. Shame on me.