This is just getting old. And I’m exhausted. And I had a headache today. And my CEO lectured me that if I didn’t drink so much (yeah, right) I would sleep. I explained to him that I barely drink, and it doesn’t matter. I just don’t sleep. Drunk, sober, doesn’t matter.
I did do my aerobics this morning, so I feel pretty good about that. And it did give me a bit of energy.
So what god do I pray to for sleep?
Lack of sleep again these past few nights. Even with a pill.
However, I have managed to exercise for the past two mornings. So that’s a good thing.
Just wish I could sleep more than 5 hours at a time. And the next person who tells me I should just get used to it? Is being buried. I have building construction at my work. I can hide bodies very easily….
I have none lately. I just can’t seem to get my butt moving. I have been eating so so, not great, not horrible, but exercise is just not happening.
So, here’s my challenge for myself:
I get up usually between 6 and 6:30. So instead of sitting on my ass on the computer for that time until I get ready for work at 7, I pledge, to myself, that I will exercise. On the following schedule:
M, W, F – Aerobics. Even if it is only 15 minutes. But try to do 30 – 45.
T, Th – Strength. Crunches. Legs, whatever. Just move!
S and/or Su – Yoga. Even just a half an hour rocks my world.
What kills me about my lack of motivation is that I enjoy the exercise. I really do. Once I am up and moving it feels great. And it feels great afterwards, when I’m all sweaty and glowy and ready for a shower.
So, dammit, Robyn. Just do it! (thanks Nike.)
Was out last night for our Building Managers Leaving Do. It was great craic.
Started the evening here at Zen. Had some dumplings and some HUGE New Zealand Mussels cooked Teppenaki style, i.e. more or less grilled. They have excellent sushi as well, but I wasn’t in the mood last night.
Then headed over to The Apartment. Its not the best bar in Belfast, but you can usually get a table if you get there by about 10:30, and we like to sit when we drink!
Ended our night at Mynt. Their site specifically lists them as a gay bar, but it really didn’t seem like a gay crowd last night. Certainly plenty of boys were flirting and dancing with me! I don’t usually like that kind of place, all dark and loud and hot, and they have one of those fog machines with the nasty smelling fog that sends me right back to my theater days. But I was just in the mood last night. And I danced for 2 hours straight, no joke.
Made it home about 2am. Every muscle in my body hurts. And I had a blast.
I also have some photographic evidence. I may threaten to put that up here if people in my office do something I don’t like!
cold and rainy today.
And for the first time last night I noticed the shortening days.
It stays light here so late sometimes it seems like the sun will never set. It can even be fairly light in the small hours of the morning. But last night as I was getting ready for bed, around 9:30, I noticed that it was dusky out, the sun definitely setting.
Because we are so far north, the changes in daylight length between summer and winter are really noticable. Summer it stays light for ages. Winter it is dark by about 4:30.
I like both states of being. I enjoy long summer days, but I also like the dark mornings so I don’t get woken up on winter mornings.
I do wish the weather was nicer between times. This summer has been all rain. And so will the winter.
I was waiting for the bus and my book was boring me so I just sort of looked around the world. And I suddenly remembered that when I was small, my mother would let me ride in the car by standing between her seat and the door. And my brother would stand between the seats of the car.
One day we had an accident and my brother and I both happened to be properly in our seats, belted in. I remember my mom saying ‘We were lucky you two were belted in. No more standing up in the car.’
Not only was it weird that I suddenly remembered that for no reason, but it got me to thinking about choices and the possibility of the multi-verse.
The multi-verse theory is that for every decision you make, a new universe is created. So in another universe, I was standing up next to my mother when that accident occurred and I was injured. In another, I was standing up next to my mother when that accident occurred and I died. And so on, for all the millions of permutations of possibility.
And not just choices that we make. But the possibility of things beyond our control. In some other universe I could be about 7 years older, as maybe my mother conceived right away, rather than after trying for years. Maybe the hole in my brother’s heart killed him and I’m an only child.
Or, the most frightening to me of all, maybe I have never met Simon. And am alone.
We found this picture:
The adult is my uncle and the rest are me and my cousins (I’m the one in pink with her hands in her mouth on my uncle’s lap. I was about 2 years old). I’ve emailed it around to them all and we are having a debate…what makes this such a great picture? Is it: –
My cousin who was here isn’t actually in the picture. The littest person in the picture is her big brother, she wasn’t born yet!
So that’s me and my cousins. Man we were cute!!!
Despite the evening of drunken debauchery, and the cake and ice cream Friday, I lost 2lbs this week!!!!
I RULE!
Last night was really good craic. It was great to spend some time with Simon’s sister and to see her friends, some of whom I haven’t seen in donkeys years.
Had an absolutely fabulous dinner at a teppiaki place, that’s those places that cook on a grill in front of you. So its basically dinner and a show as the chef throws spatulas and sets things on fire and such. It was a lot of fun.
Then we went to a pub with dancing and did a bit of that. So once again, I hurt like hell, but it was so worth it.
Got home about 0130. And, thanks to my insomnia, here I am up at 0641.
Some of the girls from last night are coming around sometime later this morning to see our flat and then we are, maybe, going to take a bus tour of the city and then come back here for copious amounts of bacon sandwiches. Which my wonderful husband will cook us. I hope!
Don’t seem to be too badly hung over, just a bit dehydrated, but I think that is mostly from the incredible heat from the club we were dancing at. Why oh why are those places always so roasting? TURN UP THE AIR!!!
So this weekend is Simon’s Sister’s Hen Weekend. I am only joining the girls for part of it, dinner tomorrow night, but I imagine there will be much booze and fun to be had.
Next week is our Building Manager’s leaving do. She doesn’t actually leave until 15th August, but the only day most of us could go out was the 8th, so that’s what we are doing! Will be another night of much booze and fun.
Tonight Simon and I are indulging in some Cava and cake and ice cream, as he was given his permanent contract at work this week.
Diet? What diet?
Boss: Why didn’t you know that?
Me: Because I am not psychic.
Proj. Assist: Isn’t that in your job description?
Me: Nope!
BM: Well, it wouldn’t have to be, because if you were psychic you would just know it should be there!