My aunt just sent me a message on Facebook suggesting I join an online dating site. Apparently her daughter has had a few dates on this very site, and she thinks it would be helpful in my situation.
I've been single for a week.
I am going for a run now.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Ugh.
Tonight I had a giant bowl of ice cream for dinner, and watched a Lifetime movie with Jennifer Love Hewitt as the star.
I'm not proud.
I realize that I'm wallowing, and by wallowing I am letting him win. Sometimes though, wallowing just feels like what needs to happen.
I have a feeling that this one is going to lead to a lot of miles being put on my running shoes. Just as soon as I'm done wallowing.
I'm not proud.
I realize that I'm wallowing, and by wallowing I am letting him win. Sometimes though, wallowing just feels like what needs to happen.
I have a feeling that this one is going to lead to a lot of miles being put on my running shoes. Just as soon as I'm done wallowing.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Things that have cheered me up lately...
1. My coworker (and source of great advice/lots of listening), running down the hallway to my office, yelling, "LESLIE I HAVE THE SOLUTION!" and dragging me to the break room... where someone had left cheesecake for everyone. She proceeded to do a little "happy, cheesecake dance" and then run to find forks. Later she suddenly appeared in my doorway, and said with a look of great thoughtfullness, "So this situation is even more like Ali from The Bachelorette than we originally thought..." before wandering away without waiting for a response.
2. Having friends like Shawna who will know exactly what you need. While I was crying on the couch, she was taking photos out of frames in my bedroom, hiding them from me, buying me Kleenex at 7-11, threatening to hack into my facebook and delete a certain boy, and convincing me that a martini at 11:30 is a great idea. Also, she immediately hates anyone who is mean to me. Also, she gives me alcohol and chocolate, and doesn't hate me yet for crying so much and being no fun to hang out with. And when I forget to eat dinner, she offers to make me chicken salad, buys me ice cream, and lets me take some of her Tylenol PM when I can't sleep.
3. The fact that it is summer, so I have river floating, lots of running, and bbq's to distract me from the fact that I feel like I've been stomped on. Even more hilarious is river floating with Shawna, who runs into rocks and screams, "IT'S A DEAD BODY!!!!"
4. My heterosexual life mate Chelse, who has been in this spot before herself, and lets me call her at whatever time of day I need and cry for hours on the phone. I'm just glad we get to call each other for free, cause last time one of us was in this position we had $400 phone bills (oops). She always tends to know exactly how I feel, even when I'm lying to myself and trying to act bright and cheery and like I'm okay. Also, she doesn't lie to me, and instead says, "Yeah, this will suck. And yeah, you're not handling it well right now." She says it will get better, and I tend to believe her.
5. Blog readers offering to mail me beer. Becky, if that is legal, I would love you forever!
6. All my friends/family who have taken this opportunity to tell me how awesome I am, that I deserve better, take me out to dinner, buy me a drink, and offer to marry me/date me/kick boys in the face. It's good to know that people have my back.
7. Although I am not dealing with this well at all (I'll admit it) my lack of focus has led to hilarious moments like the following:
Client: *Asks question in English*
Me: *Answers question in great detail, in Spanish*
Client: *Looks at me in utter confusion... since they don't speak Spanish*
Me: "Oh, shit."
Someday I'll regain my brain again, right? And my professionalism?
I know things will get better, but they sure suck right now. Where is the fast forward button?
2. Having friends like Shawna who will know exactly what you need. While I was crying on the couch, she was taking photos out of frames in my bedroom, hiding them from me, buying me Kleenex at 7-11, threatening to hack into my facebook and delete a certain boy, and convincing me that a martini at 11:30 is a great idea. Also, she immediately hates anyone who is mean to me. Also, she gives me alcohol and chocolate, and doesn't hate me yet for crying so much and being no fun to hang out with. And when I forget to eat dinner, she offers to make me chicken salad, buys me ice cream, and lets me take some of her Tylenol PM when I can't sleep.
3. The fact that it is summer, so I have river floating, lots of running, and bbq's to distract me from the fact that I feel like I've been stomped on. Even more hilarious is river floating with Shawna, who runs into rocks and screams, "IT'S A DEAD BODY!!!!"
4. My heterosexual life mate Chelse, who has been in this spot before herself, and lets me call her at whatever time of day I need and cry for hours on the phone. I'm just glad we get to call each other for free, cause last time one of us was in this position we had $400 phone bills (oops). She always tends to know exactly how I feel, even when I'm lying to myself and trying to act bright and cheery and like I'm okay. Also, she doesn't lie to me, and instead says, "Yeah, this will suck. And yeah, you're not handling it well right now." She says it will get better, and I tend to believe her.
5. Blog readers offering to mail me beer. Becky, if that is legal, I would love you forever!
6. All my friends/family who have taken this opportunity to tell me how awesome I am, that I deserve better, take me out to dinner, buy me a drink, and offer to marry me/date me/kick boys in the face. It's good to know that people have my back.
7. Although I am not dealing with this well at all (I'll admit it) my lack of focus has led to hilarious moments like the following:
Client: *Asks question in English*
Me: *Answers question in great detail, in Spanish*
Client: *Looks at me in utter confusion... since they don't speak Spanish*
Me: "Oh, shit."
Someday I'll regain my brain again, right? And my professionalism?
I know things will get better, but they sure suck right now. Where is the fast forward button?
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
*Insert Golden Girls Theme Song Here*
So, I got dumped.
It was the kind of breakup that led to my gal pals buying me a martini at 11:30 at night while I was in my sweatpants with my hair in a mess cause I had been on my way to bed and got the phone call.
Strangely, it was this very time last summer that I was dealing with a prior breakup. And it broke me. Badly.
I don't want to be broken anymore. Maybe I will just run off my emotions?
I also ran over 7 miles yesterday, and didn't die. So at least my lungs are cooperating when someone breaks my heart.
This sucks.
It was the kind of breakup that led to my gal pals buying me a martini at 11:30 at night while I was in my sweatpants with my hair in a mess cause I had been on my way to bed and got the phone call.
Strangely, it was this very time last summer that I was dealing with a prior breakup. And it broke me. Badly.
I don't want to be broken anymore. Maybe I will just run off my emotions?
I also ran over 7 miles yesterday, and didn't die. So at least my lungs are cooperating when someone breaks my heart.
This sucks.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Confessions of a lackluster blogger
1. Today I had a fortune cookie without a fortune inside. This makes me wonder about my future.
2. I drank 5 beers throughout the course of the day yesterday, and was completely surprised by that fact when I counted the empty beer bottles this morning. Twilight summer ale = delicious
3. I cried through two episodes of "Top Chef" today, and then realized that if I'm going to be a girl and cry for two hours, I should at least do so through something stereotypical like "Steel Magnolias."
4. I have not run more than 3 miles in over 3 weeks. My lungs are trying to kill me.
5. I have thought about blogging several times in recent days, but typing seemed too difficult.
6. I have spent quality time wondering what I would do if I passed Neil Patrick Harris on the street. Do I say hello, and tell him that I have a plate with his face on it, because he's awesome? Or do I just walk by?
7. When I was younger I thought I would have life figured out by the age of 25. Perhaps I will at least have a couple things down when I turn 26 in a couple months?
8. I like to round up when it comes to my age, and have recently been telling people I'm 26. I don't consider that to be a lie.
9. Sometimes, I dream about calling in sick to work and spending the day doing something fun. I have yet to call in unless I'm deathly ill, unfortunately.
10. I often wonder, if people who have passed away can really "look down" and see us, does that mean they look at us naked?
2. I drank 5 beers throughout the course of the day yesterday, and was completely surprised by that fact when I counted the empty beer bottles this morning. Twilight summer ale = delicious
3. I cried through two episodes of "Top Chef" today, and then realized that if I'm going to be a girl and cry for two hours, I should at least do so through something stereotypical like "Steel Magnolias."
4. I have not run more than 3 miles in over 3 weeks. My lungs are trying to kill me.
5. I have thought about blogging several times in recent days, but typing seemed too difficult.
6. I have spent quality time wondering what I would do if I passed Neil Patrick Harris on the street. Do I say hello, and tell him that I have a plate with his face on it, because he's awesome? Or do I just walk by?
7. When I was younger I thought I would have life figured out by the age of 25. Perhaps I will at least have a couple things down when I turn 26 in a couple months?
8. I like to round up when it comes to my age, and have recently been telling people I'm 26. I don't consider that to be a lie.
9. Sometimes, I dream about calling in sick to work and spending the day doing something fun. I have yet to call in unless I'm deathly ill, unfortunately.
10. I often wonder, if people who have passed away can really "look down" and see us, does that mean they look at us naked?
Monday, July 12, 2010
Oh, hey.
I've had a lot going on lately, and no I would not like to talk about it.
I ran away to my bestie's house in Idaho this past weekend, and wandered ghost towns in the middle of nowhere followed by an adventure setting up a kiddie pool in her front yard. I always travel with the kiddie pool--really it just lives in the trunk of my car, but I can't tell you how many times it has been useful.
We set it up. We sat in it. We drank beer. We talked. And her giant black lab thought it was a great idea and decided to join us, and laid down in it. Hilarity ensued.
Sometimes, that's just what a girl needs.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Clarification
I do not intend to lose 43 pounds in 12 weeks. I plan to lose however much weight I manage to lose in 12 weeks, but not the whole whopping 43 pounds. That's just my ultimate goal... I would be happy with 12 pounds!
I cannot be blamed for any crazy things I write at the moment. I'm sick. And probably crazy. It's the cold medicine talking... My bronchial tubes are on steroids.
I just ate a vegetable sandwich with jalepeños. My father claims they cure all ailments. We shall see...
I cannot be blamed for any crazy things I write at the moment. I'm sick. And probably crazy. It's the cold medicine talking... My bronchial tubes are on steroids.
I just ate a vegetable sandwich with jalepeños. My father claims they cure all ailments. We shall see...
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Well, damn.
So, this one morning I woke up and stepped on the scale, and discovered I had gained 35 pounds.
Clearly, this did not happen in a day. But I finally realized that 35 pounds is a substantial amount of weight. Not that I hadn't realized that 25 pounds ago, but my little friend named denial was being a bad influence.
I blame this one several things:
1. Post-marathon slump. Yes, it is still a slump, until I say it isn't a slump. I accomplished this huge goal and then went, "What now?" What now turned out to be a lot of not working out as hard as I have been. Yes, I realize I ran a marathon almost a year ago. Shut up.
2. New boyfriend = lots of eating. Eating out, eating ice cream, saying to myself, "I don't need to run, I don't need to work out, I will do it tomorrow" because I was cuddling on the couch and watching a movie. Problem is, we've now been dating for almost a year so that excuse doesn't work anymore, damn it.
3. New roommate Shawna. You see, Shawna and I love snacks like lime tortilla chips and oreos. And fro yo. And clearly we need to transform that love into a love of bicycling and hiking and being active instead of watching episodes of "Big Love" and eating snacks. When we didn't see each other as often, our love of food that is bad for us was not a problem--but we see each other every day now. Oops.
So, there we have it. I got a little fatter. Now I must re-lose it, so that my pants fit. I kept thinking to myself, "Oh, this isn't a problem, I will be fine." But it is a problem for me, because I don't want to buy new clothes and I feel unhealthy. My health is the reason I lost 75 pounds in the first place, and I felt the best I have ever felt.
As a result of all this, Shawna and I have formulated our very own "Biggest Loser" contest, wherein we are competing for 12 weeks to see how much weight we can lose. As of right now, I would like to lose 43 pounds, because that would put me at 137 which is the highest of the ideal weight range for my height. I don't know that it is the best idea to lose 43 pounds in 12 weeks, so it might take me longer to lose all that, but I'm going to give it a go.
Someday, I will wear my pants again.
Clearly, this did not happen in a day. But I finally realized that 35 pounds is a substantial amount of weight. Not that I hadn't realized that 25 pounds ago, but my little friend named denial was being a bad influence.
I blame this one several things:
1. Post-marathon slump. Yes, it is still a slump, until I say it isn't a slump. I accomplished this huge goal and then went, "What now?" What now turned out to be a lot of not working out as hard as I have been. Yes, I realize I ran a marathon almost a year ago. Shut up.
2. New boyfriend = lots of eating. Eating out, eating ice cream, saying to myself, "I don't need to run, I don't need to work out, I will do it tomorrow" because I was cuddling on the couch and watching a movie. Problem is, we've now been dating for almost a year so that excuse doesn't work anymore, damn it.
3. New roommate Shawna. You see, Shawna and I love snacks like lime tortilla chips and oreos. And fro yo. And clearly we need to transform that love into a love of bicycling and hiking and being active instead of watching episodes of "Big Love" and eating snacks. When we didn't see each other as often, our love of food that is bad for us was not a problem--but we see each other every day now. Oops.
So, there we have it. I got a little fatter. Now I must re-lose it, so that my pants fit. I kept thinking to myself, "Oh, this isn't a problem, I will be fine." But it is a problem for me, because I don't want to buy new clothes and I feel unhealthy. My health is the reason I lost 75 pounds in the first place, and I felt the best I have ever felt.
As a result of all this, Shawna and I have formulated our very own "Biggest Loser" contest, wherein we are competing for 12 weeks to see how much weight we can lose. As of right now, I would like to lose 43 pounds, because that would put me at 137 which is the highest of the ideal weight range for my height. I don't know that it is the best idea to lose 43 pounds in 12 weeks, so it might take me longer to lose all that, but I'm going to give it a go.
Someday, I will wear my pants again.
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