Trudge, trudge trudge

Trudge through the drudgery.

My life hasn’t been bad lately, just boring. The five million ordinary details of my day, sucking all of the creative right out of me. Sometimes it feels like my to-do list never gets any shorter. There’s always some new insurance claim denial to dispute, another load of laundry to be done, one more item to be picked up at the grocery store. The high point of my day today was getting to the drycleaners with two minutes to spare. It was quite a triumph, as I was convinced that I was going to arrive at 8:02 the whole way home, and decided to go for it anyway. Actually, that’s not true. The highlight of my day was the way Seamus few across the room to greet me when I got home. And the way that John smiled at me. Anyway, I was talking to someone at work today about writing and I pointed out that the more you write, the better you get. So I decided to take my own advice and write something already in hopes of jump starting my brain again.

I have been awfully tired. I’m pretty sure it is a side effect of my complete overhaul of my diet and activity levels. My poor body is mightily confused. I’m making it work so much harder than it is used to, and it is not getting the sugar and simple carbs that it is used to, but for some reason, it’s not carbs that I’m craving. It’s protein. Oh, and oddly enough, the other day, mint chocolate chip ice cream. Which, if you know me at all, you’ll find particularly shocking, since I do not even like ice cream. Except for real vanilla with hot apple pie. Luckily, not liking ice cream makes it an easy craving to resist.

I will take a moment to pat myself on the back. I’m really sticking with my new plan. Sometimes I don’t get to exercise until late at night, but I do it. I think tonight might have been the least healthy dinner I’ve had in a month, and it was organic frozen pizza (no partially hydrogenated anything), carefully portioned out to stay in the healthy range. I just could not face one more salad, fake meat product or fresh vegetable. I’ll be back on the “Hungry? Eat some veggies” wagon tomorrow. I do think my body is starting to look a little better. I wish it would happen faster, of course, but I’m trying so hard to be realistic. I’m not getting on the scale until May 7, the day before I go in to the diabetes specialist for my evaluation. That way, I can tell her what I’ve been doing and show what sort of effect it has had (or not had) on my body.

There are other reasons to wait to get on the scale. I read an article the other day that said on average it takes about six weeks for you see any real difference when you try to make a change like this. I’m only at the four week mark, and I’d rather not get discouraged. I know my weaknesses, and my perfectionism has been voted “most likely to knock Hillary off track” by the rest of my flaws. It’s quite a distinction, really.

Side note: for some reason, I’m sticking extra c’s in everything tonight. Schocking. Disctinction. What’s that about?

Side note number two (number two, heh, heh): my husband is one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. He just had me laughing so hard I started crying, just by making a face. True, the face was in response to the incredibly unimportant, ditzy and long-winded story I was telling him, but damn was it funny.

Actually, I’m getting fairly sleepy, so let’s make that an end note and I’ll call it a night.