There’s something to having a blog that doesn’t have your name directly linked. It’s not that I talk about anything I wouldn’t talk to with someone I saw directly, I just like having the freedom. There’s a nice, easy feel to knowing I have a blog that’s just for me, just to write down what I think and feel, without someone coming into work saying, “Hey, I read your post last night.” Not that it really matters, but still. Privacy is always the better option. Plus, I need to write all the time so not having a blog where I write openly is not an option. Hence, I keep my veiled existence over here for just me and my mister to know the truth about.
It’s weird how I can make myself do what I need to do in the morning. I guess I have been getting into bed at a good time. It’s better than dreading the day and wishing I could be home to take a nap. I guess my attitude is always the main thing to keep in check. If I think it’s awful, it will be. If I don’t, it won’t.
Tuesday means not Monday. I keep getting ready earlier than I need to be, which is good. Less rushing around, trying to get on the road by 7:00PM. So I have a little over a month of work, so that’s some money coming. Then I got word that my Student Loans will deposit some extra cash in my account. I’ve decided to take this as a sign to pay off these piddley credit cards. Now, the consolidation loan, I just can’t pay. I’d have to save and save and then pay off in, oh, who knows. But I can make a plan and a budget and get on the right track. One of the girls at work suggest I read Dave Ramsey’s book, so I ordered that. I started listening to him on the radio on the way home as well. At least I know that there’s hope, I’m not the only one with this problem and there are people in worse shape than I am.
And now it’s Saturday, which brings me to the end of my blog updating. I didn’t write much during the week, unfortunately. I’m still playing with this used Blackberry Curve 8310. I changed out the housing because the back button, to the right of the trackball, was chipped. Plus the screen was dusty inside. It just needed a bit of an overhaul. I’m not 100% pleased with my housing and handy work right now, as the trackball doesn’t like to go left as easily as it should. I’ve also discovered that the screws are old, presumably, and the head of them got stripped out when I tried to get them out. Now I’ve ordered new screws, pink housing and a silicone case to match. Here’s hoping I get it sorted and am happy with it in the end. At least it works well and I have plenty of things I can do with it. I mean, the Yahoo mail and Facebook applications are enough to make me content. It was mainly the ease of texting. The Pearl 8100 I have was just driving me crazy. At least now I have a full keyboard, can see my pictures with the larger screen and make videos (whenever I get a chance to try that option out, I can post that too.)
Aside from that, work has been okay. It was hard for me on Friday to get through the day because it was the end of my first full week back. I had sleepy eyes from the start, especially since I had stayed up a bit later playing with this silly phone. If I get to sleep too early, I’m tired the next day. If I sleep too little, I get that hazy, dream-like feeling. Only with seven hours sleep can I function well. It’s easier to fight off the halogen lights overhead, the lack of windows, the lack of noise in the place, and the constant staring at a bunch of numbers on a computer screen. I started listening to podcasts on my iPod instead, just so I can have something feeding and entertaining my brains while I sit there. I try to not count down the hours that I’ve worked or still have to work. The clock never moves fast enough if I do. I try to just keep my mind of the work and what I’m listening to and let time take care of itself. Some days it’s hard though.
So that’s about all that I have for the physical, daily side of my life. I’m still on my diet, still trying to get rid of the weight I gained over the past year or so. I was eating my salad tonight and thinking about the correlation between happiness and weight. You’re miserable and loathe yourself when you’re too big. Then when you lose weight and get smaller and smaller, it’s like another misery. Never being small enough and having to keep working until you’re satisfied. Now, when you’re content and happy, a nice, medium, healthy size is what we, or at least I, end up being. So it’s not too big, but it’s not as small as I could be. And when I’m okay with that and am working at it little by little, still keeping strong in the ways of eating right, then I’ve won any battle that has to do with food. I understand how hard it is, when there are things that taste so good and you just can’t have it anymore. Before, I ate Burger King and pizza and didn’t care. Now I can’t do that anymore and I’m smaller. My clothes fit better. I’m happier to dress up when I go to work because I have a better, all around appearance.
I still think I should write my book on lessons I’ve learned for myself. Granted, the blog serves as this outlet for discussing such things, but a book would work if it had that distinct focus. Hhmm…
Anyway, I’m trying to think of what else to talk about in here. I’ve not gone to the gym as much because of work. That concerns me a bit because it also means I’m not reading as much either. (At least I have the podcasts though.) I won’t spend this weekend doing much. I’m still trying to download applications for the phone and finding something good on TV (there’s never anything good on, I have to admit). I’ve been in the mood for Fall now that it’s around the corner. I keep thinking about the times when the air was cool and crisp, and I was out getting pies from Honey Baked Ham. I like those memories, but I like that I’ll have new ones in the future. I was thinking that in the bath tonight too, about how, miraculously, when we get older and wiser we stop caring about such stupid things. The past doesn’t matter as much, our insecurities, or worries, none of them are really as big of a deal when we get more mature. I’m glad of that.