I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slap my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of...
Gunpowder and lead
(Miranda Lambert)
***
It's too hot. It's too hot and I hate everyone.
Well. Maybe not everyone.
Maybe.
***
I did my three-mile hike. During the course of my hike the temp went up six degrees. It's freaking broiling. At one point I started feeling dizzy and briefly considered putting down the seventeen pounds of rocks I was carrying.
But I didn't. I couldn't. I was unable to put down my rocks, leave them for another day because...wait for it... I was afraid that someone would take my rocks.
Yeah.
As Trinity would be happy to tell you, I got issues.
***
I weighed my rocks when I got home on my new and hateful scale.
Seventeen pounds.
***
You know what bugs me? I mean, you want to know one of the zillion things that bugs me? And I know I've said this here before and not too long ago, but it seriously bugs me that I hike fifteen freaking miles a week, carrying massive amounts of freaking ROCKS and I don't lose an ounce. I haven't been drinking alcohol this summer, I don't drink soda or eat junk, I drink my coffee in the morning and then eat one meal a day in the evening after I'm done studying. (I know, I know, but I've gotten used to only eating once a day...)
And I don't lose any weight. At all. I mean, I know it's one of those lame things, women blogging about their weight, but seriously, it's making me crazy. I try so hard to exercise and eat right and IT.DOESN'T.MATTER.
I mean, I may as well be swigging beer and eating cheetos all day, never-ever exercising. The results would be the flipping SAME.
It's making me seriously insane.
It's making me think, 'Hmmmm... meth maybe? Bulimia might be a welcome change...'
Not that I can afford meth. And who has time for bulimia?
***
You know another thing that's bugging me? After, like, a long stalemate with the freaking roaches in which they never went away but they weren't nearly as bad as they used to be... they're back with a freaking VENGEANCE.
They're flipping EVERYWHERE. In my bathroom, inside my books, everywhere.
And you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking I may have made a mistake in getting rid of my mousies. Getting rid of my multitude of mousies. (And by this I mean that I poisoned them all.) (I know! How COULD I???)
I'm thinking now that my mouse infestation may have been controlling my roach infestation and by that I mean I think my mice may have been eating my roaches.
See? And by killing off the mice I disturbed the delicate ecological balance that existed primarily within my kitchen and now I am reaping the non-reward of no mice/zillions of roaches.
And this raises the natural question: What would you rather have invade your home? Mice or roaches?
I think the answer is obvious and I've made a terrible mistake in murdering my mousies.
***
But of course this isn't what I should be writing about. Mice , roaches, and weight non-loss is just a diversion, just something I do to keep myself from writing about what's really bugging me.
And now I've run out of blogging time.
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slap my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of...
Gunpowder and lead
(Miranda Lambert)
***
It's too hot. It's too hot and I hate everyone.
Well. Maybe not everyone.
Maybe.
***
I did my three-mile hike. During the course of my hike the temp went up six degrees. It's freaking broiling. At one point I started feeling dizzy and briefly considered putting down the seventeen pounds of rocks I was carrying.
But I didn't. I couldn't. I was unable to put down my rocks, leave them for another day because...wait for it... I was afraid that someone would take my rocks.
Yeah.
As Trinity would be happy to tell you, I got issues.
***
I weighed my rocks when I got home on my new and hateful scale.
Seventeen pounds.
***
You know what bugs me? I mean, you want to know one of the zillion things that bugs me? And I know I've said this here before and not too long ago, but it seriously bugs me that I hike fifteen freaking miles a week, carrying massive amounts of freaking ROCKS and I don't lose an ounce. I haven't been drinking alcohol this summer, I don't drink soda or eat junk, I drink my coffee in the morning and then eat one meal a day in the evening after I'm done studying. (I know, I know, but I've gotten used to only eating once a day...)
And I don't lose any weight. At all. I mean, I know it's one of those lame things, women blogging about their weight, but seriously, it's making me crazy. I try so hard to exercise and eat right and IT.DOESN'T.MATTER.
I mean, I may as well be swigging beer and eating cheetos all day, never-ever exercising. The results would be the flipping SAME.
It's making me seriously insane.
It's making me think, 'Hmmmm... meth maybe? Bulimia might be a welcome change...'
Not that I can afford meth. And who has time for bulimia?
***
You know another thing that's bugging me? After, like, a long stalemate with the freaking roaches in which they never went away but they weren't nearly as bad as they used to be... they're back with a freaking VENGEANCE.
They're flipping EVERYWHERE. In my bathroom, inside my books, everywhere.
And you know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking I may have made a mistake in getting rid of my mousies. Getting rid of my multitude of mousies. (And by this I mean that I poisoned them all.) (I know! How COULD I???)
I'm thinking now that my mouse infestation may have been controlling my roach infestation and by that I mean I think my mice may have been eating my roaches.
See? And by killing off the mice I disturbed the delicate ecological balance that existed primarily within my kitchen and now I am reaping the non-reward of no mice/zillions of roaches.
And this raises the natural question: What would you rather have invade your home? Mice or roaches?
I think the answer is obvious and I've made a terrible mistake in murdering my mousies.
***
But of course this isn't what I should be writing about. Mice , roaches, and weight non-loss is just a diversion, just something I do to keep myself from writing about what's really bugging me.
And now I've run out of blogging time.
Actually, with 1-2 cups of coffee and 1 meal a day, Circe, you're probably STARVING yourself.
Drink a glass of milk, eat some celery and peanut butter. High-protein foods, girl. You're starving. You need (estimated) about 1600 calories to keep status quo unless you put your body into starvation mode.
Yep, I'm going to have to agree with Darkneuro. Even if you're taking in enough calories in that one meal, you body is hoarding everything it can because it THINKS it's starving. Many small meals during the day is your best bet, just without gorging yourself. Do the healthy snack thing and you'll start seeing results.