Missing the goal December 11, 2007

I set a goal for myself to lose eight pounds in a month. That’s only 1.8-something pounds per week. It didn’t seem like that much of a stretch. But despite monitoring what I’m eating, preparing healthier recipes, and going to the gym regularly, I’m still at the same weight I was when I started this mess. Ryan, my wonderful husband, has already lost six of the eight pounds he needed to get to his goal. $%$#%$#^%$^@#@!@%$&*&^%$#@

Granted, good things have happened. I’ve lost some inches and am able to walk faster/harder due to the exercise I’ve been getting. But seriously, when am I gonna shed a few and drop a pants-size??

And Common Cold takes the lead! December 11, 2007

Well, I had wondered if I had allergies or a cold – I got my answer this morning. Allergies don’t make you feel this shitty, nor do they discolor your nasal fluids. Damn you, common cold!

This week is so important at work (starting tomorrow) that I had no choice but to stay home today, as if the cold will magically leave by sundown. I’m drinking some orange juice, taking another round of Dayquil, and setting an alarm so I can get up to eat some chicken soup. Then, after the alarm is all set and the pills have been taken, back to dreamland I will go, at least for a few hours.

I hope there’s a drastic improvement in how I feel tomorrow. It’s our quarterly Portfolio Show for graduates – I have to be there from 8:30am to about 7:30pm, meeting with employers from 4-7pm. It’s hard for me to want to meet people when my n’s sound like d’s.

Oh well – no sense worrying about that now. Time for some shut-eye.

**Thanks to my wonderful husband who actually went out this morning and bought me orange juice, chicken soup, cough drops, and airborne. He’s a keeper!