I don't remember the last time that I cooked 'real' dinner. H has been really good about making 'real' food each day for DD and, sometimes, he will make enough for himself and for me also, but not always. I don't dare criticize his choice to make enough food for us too when he cooks for DD because I don't want him to stop making her dinner. Anyway, it is getting bad. Not unhealthy necessarily, but healthy versions of random crap that I might have thrown together in college. (See last week's comment about black beans and hummus as a sweet potato topping.) Hard to believe that I started the year with four solid months of meal planning.
Post by CallingAllAngels on Jun 4, 2013 9:37:56 GMT -5
I have no motivation to do anything around the house. It's basically a disaster right now. We haven't been meal-planning or grocery shopping or cooking. We're eating a lot of Trader Joe's frozen stuff these days. DD's birthday is this weekend, and we haven't gotten her a gift. Our yard is a wreck and her party is Saturday in the backyard. H is traveling for work this week and I have no idea when everything is going to get done.
Also, I'm not taking a treat to DD's day care class on her birthday because I don't want to skip my lunch-time swim that day. Maybe I'll do it next Monday.
I've been in a MAJOR funk lately. No motivation to do anything and I can't figure out how to shake things up and get going again. It's almost like a I need a complete "life overhaul" in order to get back in some sort of a groove. Lately I feel like I'm living the movie Groundhog Day.
I feel like an asshole at the gym lately. Girls at "my level" are posting squat numbers 20# more than me. I know they're using terrible form and not getting below parallel, but it still pisses me off. I feel jealous and left out.
I've been going to bodypump for almost 2 years and have not increased my bicep weight at all.
We are going to Chicago tonight and I haven't packed a single thing.
AND lately I have been really bothered by teeny tiny bathroom stalls in public places. So if noone else is there, I leave the door open. I can't believe I am confessing this.
'Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. But rather, to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming 'Woohoo! What a ride!' So every day is a holiday and every meal a feast."
I don't remember the last time that I cooked 'real' dinner. H has been really good about making 'real' food each day for DD and, sometimes, he will make enough for himself and for me also, but not always. I don't dare criticize his choice to make enough food for us too when he cooks for DD because I don't want him to stop making her dinner. Anyway, it is getting bad. Not unhealthy necessarily, but healthy versions of random crap that I might have thrown together in college. (See last week's comment about black beans and hummus as a sweet potato topping.) Hard to believe that I started the year with four solid months of meal planning.
Ahh I can totally relate! I am SO lazy when it comes to cooking. I just don't want to do it anymore. H has been making all the toddler friendly food lately. I save recipes off weelicious and find crock pot ideas, and then...nothing. I just am not motivated.
For dinner I eat cottage cheese out of the container a lot. Also, cheese and crackers.
I don't remember the last time that I cooked 'real' dinner. H has been really good about making 'real' food each day for DD and, sometimes, he will make enough for himself and for me also, but not always. I don't dare criticize his choice to make enough food for us too when he cooks for DD because I don't want him to stop making her dinner. Anyway, it is getting bad. Not unhealthy necessarily, but healthy versions of random crap that I might have thrown together in college. (See last week's comment about black beans and hummus as a sweet potato topping.) Hard to believe that I started the year with four solid months of meal planning.
Yesterday I asked DH if it would hurt his feelings if we had grilled cheese & tomato soup for dinner.. He said No, but he ended up eating a frozen chicken pot pie for dinner & he made me a grill cheese.... He said, "i don't mind eating a chicken pot pie, but can you please cook real food tomorrow night." LOL poor H. I've become a professional slacker.
Post by runblondie26 on Jun 4, 2013 10:01:23 GMT -5
I feel absolutely terrible today. The morning sickness seems to be getting worse each week and not better. Coming to San Diego was a bad idea too. I thought I was going to die on the flight here I felt so sick. Between the late night flights and time change I feel worn out, depsite having done little more than eat, nap, and do a little sight-seeing.
We just hired 2 women around my age last year, previously I was the only woman besides the owner (for like, 8 years) They are exhausting and I just get so tired of the judgmental shittiness and the gossip that I just want to call in sick. Every day. Call in quit I guess?
I think I hate them.
Also I'm mega backsliding on my "healthy lifestyle" lately. I'm blaming it on summer and continuing instead of fixing it now. It can't be summer without many bowls of ice cream each week, right? Right.
I suck at cooking too. DH and I eat out way more than we should, just because we both hate cooking. There's just a billion other things I would rather be doing.
I can relate with the cooking. I have motivation at all. I also haven't been choosing the smartest dinners either. I've just been eating whatever I want (sugar) and I just don't care
I am so over my job. I am just not nearly as motivated as I used to be. I know that I would thrive in a new environment, but they give me so much freedom here as far as coming and going as I please and working 2 days from home, and it is tough to give that up.
While a fatter paycheck would be nice (considering I havent gotten a raise in almost 4 years), I do not want to go back to working 55 hour weeks at.all. Id much rather spend time with my little family. Blergh. As they say, sometimes it is better the devil you know.
We just hired 2 women around my age last year, previously I was the only woman besides the owner (for like, 8 years) They are exhausting and I just get so tired of the judgmental shittiness and the gossip that I just want to call in sick. Every day.
That sucks. I have some friends who are lovely on aone on one basis, but are catty bitches to each other. Example (and also my confession) is girl A had a BBQ on Sunday. I mentioned it in front of girl B, and woke up the next day to a message on FB chewing me out about how B is NEVER invited to A house and I'm a jerk for mentioning the party in front of her because it's just going to cause drama. I didn't notice that she was't on the list of 40 people invited.
So the confession part--I skipped it's more fun to hang out with my drama free dh (and it was 103). This is why I have no social life past 7 am.
I spent $300 at Costco yesterday. I bought nothing fun. And I had to put away a shitton of household paper products. I hate spending $ on toilet paper when I would prefer to spend $ on the groupon trip to china that just landed in my inbox.
Sometimes I would prefer not to be a grown up.
Also, today I skipped my run. Instead I did THREE trips to my kid's school to bring stuff he forgot/needed/school plans changed... It took up my very limited personal time, so instead of running and cutting out Internet time, I cut the run.
I start pfitz 18/55 next monday and I'm worried I'm not going to be able to hang.
my running has taken a major backslide in the last year and it makes me really sad. at the same time it's pretty much all my fault.
hearing/reading the work 'speedwork' is like nails on a chalkboard to me.
I hate it when people post that they have a race report and then you open the post and they're all 'link to my blog in my sig!'. just c&p the damn report.
ETA: the other thing about directing me to your blog in your sig is that I have sigs turned off. I can't even see your sig. so I really, really have to want it to read your race report. PANDER TO MY LAZINESS PEOPLE.
I hate cooking. DH is a good cook and will cook from scratch one a week. We only eat at home about 3 nights per week. Eating out is easier, especially when some nights we don't get off the bike til nearly 8:00.
My June schedule is so crazy that I will miss my favorite group ride 3 weeks in a row. At least there is only 1 week that I will not get to ride 5 days like I normally do.
I would pay a lot of money to have back the will power around food I had two years ago. I eat like shit and then wallow in my weight gain. Stupid.
I'm pissed as hell that a girl I"battle" with in local races kicked my ass on Saturday. And I get more pissed when I think about how I fucking walked in a five fucking k.
I'm going to be wicked annoyed at my kids today if they don't cooperate at our photo shoot. Seriously, Ainsley, just look at the camera.
I did not do *any* of my at home PT exercises over the weekend. I have PT this afternoon and I don't even care if I am judged. We has family in town from Thurs - yesterday evening and I had no time to myself. I FINALLY got up to 30 mins on the stationary bike last night though! Woo hoo! . BUT instead of doing my PT exercises last night I made dinner and we plopped on the couch to watch GoT.
I was so depressed after watching GoT. DH doesn't even want to watch it anymore because he was so traumatized. It's somewhat funny but also sad that a silly TV show can seriously impact our moods!
Post by shellfish26 on Jun 4, 2013 11:58:49 GMT -5
I had a dream over the weekend that I was dating a colleague. In my dream, I wasn't married, so it was all on the up and up and G-rated. Yet, we are assigned to the same courtroom today and I feel all awkward around him.
I'm a bit annoyed. I had a mammogram last week, and received a letter today that I needed to return for additional testing. No further explanation, and when I called to schedule the testing, they STILL couldn't tell me why. Thankfully, my awesome nurse practitioner returned my frantic call and totally reassured me. I (heart) her so much. She even told me that the same thing happened to her last week, and what I could expect.
On a positive note, I scheduled it for this Thursday afternoon. Which means I get to miss my office's dreaded team-building activity. AND to make it H&F related, the radiology office is a mile from my favorite park, so I can get a great afternoon run in.
Post by Wines Not Whines on Jun 4, 2013 12:38:43 GMT -5
I love coffee, but I get addicted to caffeine really easily, and then I feel like crap when I cut back. I had one cup this morning (instead of two) and I just want to lay down and close my eyes. But I really don't want to require 2 cups to function.
I have no desire to exercise what so ever this week. I know I need to. But I want a real break. A complete and total break. Maybe Thursday I will do some circuits at home...or I could get a manicure. Maybe Friday...but I need to do laundry and make the beds before my guests come. Maybe Saturday...but it is supposed to rain and I don't wanna.
I would pay a lot of money to have back the will power around food I had two years ago. I eat like shit and then wallow in my weight gain. Stupid.
I'm pissed as hell that a girl I"battle" with in local races kicked my ass on Saturday. And I get more pissed when I think about how I fucking walked in a five fucking k.
I'm going to be wicked annoyed at my kids today if they don't cooperate at our photo shoot. Seriously, Ainsley, just look at the camera.
Dude, I hear you. I had to walk THREE times during my 5k on Saturday, I was so pissed. It was so stinking hot, and I got a cramp and then my entire stomach hurt like I was going to puke. It was one of my worst races ever. I hate having to walk in 5ks.
Another confession - I literally drink a soda maybe 3 times a year. I'm enjoying a frosty Mug Rootbeer right now and it is absolutely delightful.
I love coffee, but I get addicted to caffeine really easily, and then I feel like crap when I cut back. I had one cup this morning (instead of two) and I just want to lay down and close my eyes. But I really don't want to require 2 cups to function.
I've been going to bodypump for almost 2 years and have not increased my bicep weight at all.
We are going to Chicago tonight and I haven't packed a single thing.
AND lately I have been really bothered by teeny tiny bathroom stalls in public places. So if noone else is there, I leave the door open. I can't believe I am confessing this.
I haven't upped mine in about 2 years either. But, if you think about functionality of biceps, you don't really use them as much as other muscles, so it's ok.
I was checking out Instagram late the other night. I was searching hash tags for a big race that was last weekend, and came across a pic from one of the girls in my age group that races all of our local races. It was a pic of the urgent care room that she was in post race. I accidentally "liked" the pic. We are not Instagram or Facebook friends. Omg.