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For those of you who are on a fitness path, but aren't a regular reader of Nerd Fitness, what are you waiting for? Steve hit it out of the park again today in his article about building good habits.
Speaking of good vs. bad habits, I am driving myself to distraction trying to figure out what to eat and what not to eat. Good = Eating right for me. Bad = Freaking the fuck out. I've decided that I'm going to simply eat how I've eaten normally (for me) until I can get an appointment with one of the Doctors Khosh (or one of the other doctors in their practice). I'm calling today to see when I might be able to get in.
Yesterday I was slogging through CSSF summer stuff (my meeting with housing is this morning) and was absolutely miserable. HATE HATE HATE. Then I heard the door to the conference room open, announcing the end of a defense. After the committee give the new PhD a round of applause, she dropped off some paperwork to me and I was like "YAY DANCING TIME WOO HUGS" for the twenty seconds or so that she was in my office. And then she left and it was back to CSSF stuff and I was all MY SOUL IS CRUSHED I HATE THIS. I seriously need to find a way out of this for next year because this is ridiculous and damaging.
I'm not embarrassed to proclaim my affection for trashy pop music, and that extends to trashy country pop music. It's cool to like Patsy Cline and Johnny Cash (and yes,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mckitterick, Johnny Cash sings country music--Deal With It). There are some people on the fringes who extend some respect to Buck Owens or Ray Price. But once you start including Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings in your Like Pile people start looking at you funny. Include Garth Brooks and the party is over, man. Okay, well, yeah, I'll admit Garth had some pretty crap stuff, but "Friends in Low Places?" Man, that song is fucking golden. Seeing this post by James Sinclair today cheered me up. I like the twang, and I like that shuffle beat rhythm, but country music lyrics are the best of any musical genre out there when it comes to sass, innuendo, and heart. You can disagree with me, but that doesn't make me wrong.
I have a zillion things that I've been saving up for a content-free post, and I figure this is a good time to vomit them all out. Here you go. ( Click for gifs, YouTube embeds, and other miscellany )
Speaking of good vs. bad habits, I am driving myself to distraction trying to figure out what to eat and what not to eat. Good = Eating right for me. Bad = Freaking the fuck out. I've decided that I'm going to simply eat how I've eaten normally (for me) until I can get an appointment with one of the Doctors Khosh (or one of the other doctors in their practice). I'm calling today to see when I might be able to get in.
Yesterday I was slogging through CSSF summer stuff (my meeting with housing is this morning) and was absolutely miserable. HATE HATE HATE. Then I heard the door to the conference room open, announcing the end of a defense. After the committee give the new PhD a round of applause, she dropped off some paperwork to me and I was like "YAY DANCING TIME WOO HUGS" for the twenty seconds or so that she was in my office. And then she left and it was back to CSSF stuff and I was all MY SOUL IS CRUSHED I HATE THIS. I seriously need to find a way out of this for next year because this is ridiculous and damaging.
I'm not embarrassed to proclaim my affection for trashy pop music, and that extends to trashy country pop music. It's cool to like Patsy Cline and Johnny Cash (and yes,
mckitterick, Johnny Cash sings country music--Deal With It). There are some people on the fringes who extend some respect to Buck Owens or Ray Price. But once you start including Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings in your Like Pile people start looking at you funny. Include Garth Brooks and the party is over, man. Okay, well, yeah, I'll admit Garth had some pretty crap stuff, but "Friends in Low Places?" Man, that song is fucking golden. Seeing this post by James Sinclair today cheered me up. I like the twang, and I like that shuffle beat rhythm, but country music lyrics are the best of any musical genre out there when it comes to sass, innuendo, and heart. You can disagree with me, but that doesn't make me wrong.I have a zillion things that I've been saving up for a content-free post, and I figure this is a good time to vomit them all out. Here you go. ( Click for gifs, YouTube embeds, and other miscellany )