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Dec. 14th, 2006 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicI feel like I have to choose between a social life and fitness. This week, I've chosen social...DI and bridge on Monday, gym on Tuesday, dinner out with my brother yesterday, bridge tonight, will hit the gym tomorrow and Saturday AM, but parties on Saturday and Sunday, so I'm hitting the gym far less than I usually do. It makes me sad. I wish I could bring my social life to the gym, but I'm more of a loner when I'm working out - except with my trainer - she rocks. I'm not getting enough sleep these days, either. I'm going to need to work out a new schedule. I hope I can work it out so I can at the VERY least make it to the gym 3 times per week for cardio and resistance training, but preferably 4-5 times. We'll see...
Just because I've moved out doesn't mean I've completely escaped the clutches of my mother's insanity. Just today, she called and left a message on my phone. She wanted me to pick up some custard mix at the store, because apparently Kroger was all out of what she buys and it's a huge emergency but she doesn't have time to get it herself. (She does have time to bark into my phone for 20 minutes though.) Anyway, the message starts out all panicked, so I'm afraid something's terribly wrong, but then I realize she just wants me to get some jello mix stuff. Fine, no big deal, I can do that. But as the message goes on, I think my mom is assuming that I won't do it, so she's getting angrier and angrier, as if I'm rudely refusing. At the end of the message, which goes on nearly forever, she hangs up in a huff, clearly furious with me. I called her back and told her I'd get the stuff and bring it to bridge tonight, and I don't get so much as a thank you. Sigh. That woman is batshit crazy sometimes. (It runs in the family.)
Well, I suppose it's time to get some work done. I'm going through spurts of alternating lethargy and hyperproductivity. I'm gonna try to kickstart some productivity now.
Peace.
Just because I've moved out doesn't mean I've completely escaped the clutches of my mother's insanity. Just today, she called and left a message on my phone. She wanted me to pick up some custard mix at the store, because apparently Kroger was all out of what she buys and it's a huge emergency but she doesn't have time to get it herself. (She does have time to bark into my phone for 20 minutes though.) Anyway, the message starts out all panicked, so I'm afraid something's terribly wrong, but then I realize she just wants me to get some jello mix stuff. Fine, no big deal, I can do that. But as the message goes on, I think my mom is assuming that I won't do it, so she's getting angrier and angrier, as if I'm rudely refusing. At the end of the message, which goes on nearly forever, she hangs up in a huff, clearly furious with me. I called her back and told her I'd get the stuff and bring it to bridge tonight, and I don't get so much as a thank you. Sigh. That woman is batshit crazy sometimes. (It runs in the family.)
Well, I suppose it's time to get some work done. I'm going through spurts of alternating lethargy and hyperproductivity. I'm gonna try to kickstart some productivity now.
Peace.
