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clevermanka) wrote2006-11-09 10:35 am
clevermanka) wrote2006-11-09 10:35 am
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There's a lesson to be learned here...
...but I'm not real sure what it is.
I want to finally start doing some of the exercise videos kindly lent to me by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roya_spirit. She also loaned me a spiff little TV/VCR combo on which to play said videos. So yesterday morning I arose early, pulled on workout clothes, set up the TV, rolled out my yoga mat and popped in a tape. Wasn't rewound. OK, next tape. Needed rewound. No rewind button on the TV, and the remote was nowhere to be found. Forty-five minutes and a pot of coffee later, I found the remote.
At that point, I didn't have time to exercise, but I had extra time to get ready, so: skirt, makeup. I received three compliments on how pretty I looked, all absolutely out of the blue. I might have felt pudgy, but apparently I looked great.
I had plans to rise at 6:00 this morning to make great use of said remote, but that didn't happen. I had horrible nightmares that woke me up three times (for the third at 4:30 a.m., I woke up screaming--I hope I didn't scare the neighbors) and it took me nearly an hour to fall asleep after that. Ugh. What a shitty night. I don't recall dreams very often, but when I have 'em, they can be doozies.
Oh my goodness, I just had the most fascinatingly androgynous person pop in to ask me a question. I won't go into details (because I don't feel like locking this post), but how swishingly, charmingly, gender-fuckingly wonderful.
OK, that lightens the mood a little bit before I delve into something that, like PMS, always catches me by surprise this time of year. One of my friends, in a locked post, mentioned how something always happens at this time of year to get her down. It reminded me that I have a difficult time with winter, but somehow I always forget. I used to have to go on Wellbutrin to get me through winter. Thankfully, thyroid meds have mostly eliminated that need. But still, I find that things I deal with during the rest of year weigh heavily on me when the days get short. I dwell, I fret, I'm easily angered, etc. etc. It helps to remember why things are bothering me so much. It's just "that time." And "that time" will pass soon enough.
Breathe. Get over it.
Breathe. Get over it.
Breathe. Get over it.
Words to live by.
I want to finally start doing some of the exercise videos kindly lent to me by
roya_spirit. She also loaned me a spiff little TV/VCR combo on which to play said videos. So yesterday morning I arose early, pulled on workout clothes, set up the TV, rolled out my yoga mat and popped in a tape. Wasn't rewound. OK, next tape. Needed rewound. No rewind button on the TV, and the remote was nowhere to be found. Forty-five minutes and a pot of coffee later, I found the remote. At that point, I didn't have time to exercise, but I had extra time to get ready, so: skirt, makeup. I received three compliments on how pretty I looked, all absolutely out of the blue. I might have felt pudgy, but apparently I looked great.
I had plans to rise at 6:00 this morning to make great use of said remote, but that didn't happen. I had horrible nightmares that woke me up three times (for the third at 4:30 a.m., I woke up screaming--I hope I didn't scare the neighbors) and it took me nearly an hour to fall asleep after that. Ugh. What a shitty night. I don't recall dreams very often, but when I have 'em, they can be doozies.
Oh my goodness, I just had the most fascinatingly androgynous person pop in to ask me a question. I won't go into details (because I don't feel like locking this post), but how swishingly, charmingly, gender-fuckingly wonderful.
OK, that lightens the mood a little bit before I delve into something that, like PMS, always catches me by surprise this time of year. One of my friends, in a locked post, mentioned how something always happens at this time of year to get her down. It reminded me that I have a difficult time with winter, but somehow I always forget. I used to have to go on Wellbutrin to get me through winter. Thankfully, thyroid meds have mostly eliminated that need. But still, I find that things I deal with during the rest of year weigh heavily on me when the days get short. I dwell, I fret, I'm easily angered, etc. etc. It helps to remember why things are bothering me so much. It's just "that time." And "that time" will pass soon enough.
Breathe. Get over it.
Breathe. Get over it.
Breathe. Get over it.
Words to live by.