Light at the end of the tunnel?
Mar. 26th, 2009 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newlifeinstpaulStress stress stress.
Well, not in terms of HUGE stress. Way too many people are going through that these days. More like annoying little paper cut that you manage to keep brushing things against variety of stress. Not big. Just little things.
A few weeks back during a snow, Brenda slid out of control on a freeway ramp and kissed a retaining wall. Turns out she hadn't been rotating her tires...and given the ridiculous miles she puts in driving for work, the front pair were practically bald. Tires plus front end repairs were a grand plus. While she had the money, she was sitting on that for wedding-related expenses and that TOTALLY took us out of the mood for spending on anything for any reason whatsoever.
Can't say looking at our spending habits was a bad idea. Granted, the way we came across it sucked, but otherwise...the $30-35 shrugs of 'Eh, let's not cook tonight' turned into quick dinners at home or at the worst, shrunk into $10-15 shrugs. And that adds up.
Meanwhile, the work pile-up debacle of last week turned into this week's small grant of OT. Helloooooo time-and-a-half. Can't be mad at that!
Better yet, that means I can spend today (Thursday, which for those of you who don't know, is typically my Friday) adjudicating my ARSE off instead of losing half of it to the typical mop-up-before-the-weekend-hit duties. Not to mention Version 2.0 of my secret Work Up Weapon is better than ever. I should skip a number altogether and call it 3.0, since it incorporates a great many functions I've been thinking of adding, but never got around to.
Last but not least, FAT. Oh my God. I couldn't stand the sight of my own freakin' FACE in those funeral photos. Granted, there are a lot of folk who wouldn't consider 6'1" 220-something as heavy. But for me? When I stepped on the scale, I was seeing numbers I hadn't seen since I was doing the white-picket fence, miserably married thing back in the L. It was making me crazy. I tried one thing, than another, then combined it with something else until....until...well, I'm not sure I have it nailed quite yet. But it looks like I have a toe-hold. More on that later.
Except for George, for whom 'later' means absolutely never. Like the last Bombshells.
See? That was a pre-emptive SSSSHHHHHH. Before you speak!
Well, not in terms of HUGE stress. Way too many people are going through that these days. More like annoying little paper cut that you manage to keep brushing things against variety of stress. Not big. Just little things.
A few weeks back during a snow, Brenda slid out of control on a freeway ramp and kissed a retaining wall. Turns out she hadn't been rotating her tires...and given the ridiculous miles she puts in driving for work, the front pair were practically bald. Tires plus front end repairs were a grand plus. While she had the money, she was sitting on that for wedding-related expenses and that TOTALLY took us out of the mood for spending on anything for any reason whatsoever.
Can't say looking at our spending habits was a bad idea. Granted, the way we came across it sucked, but otherwise...the $30-35 shrugs of 'Eh, let's not cook tonight' turned into quick dinners at home or at the worst, shrunk into $10-15 shrugs. And that adds up.
Meanwhile, the work pile-up debacle of last week turned into this week's small grant of OT. Helloooooo time-and-a-half. Can't be mad at that!
Better yet, that means I can spend today (Thursday, which for those of you who don't know, is typically my Friday) adjudicating my ARSE off instead of losing half of it to the typical mop-up-before-the-weekend-hit duties. Not to mention Version 2.0 of my secret Work Up Weapon is better than ever. I should skip a number altogether and call it 3.0, since it incorporates a great many functions I've been thinking of adding, but never got around to.
Last but not least, FAT. Oh my God. I couldn't stand the sight of my own freakin' FACE in those funeral photos. Granted, there are a lot of folk who wouldn't consider 6'1" 220-something as heavy. But for me? When I stepped on the scale, I was seeing numbers I hadn't seen since I was doing the white-picket fence, miserably married thing back in the L. It was making me crazy. I tried one thing, than another, then combined it with something else until....until...well, I'm not sure I have it nailed quite yet. But it looks like I have a toe-hold. More on that later.
Except for George, for whom 'later' means absolutely never. Like the last Bombshells.
See? That was a pre-emptive SSSSHHHHHH. Before you speak!
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Date: 2009-03-26 04:07 pm (UTC)i definitely know how all those food purchases can add up!
fat?! are you CRAZY?!
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Date: 2009-03-26 04:20 pm (UTC)And yes, my shirts and pants were calling me all sorts of horrible names. I wanted to 'document' my way out of my struggle with it, but overall I guess it was much to painful to handle...at least until I could see a clear way out of it.
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Date: 2009-03-27 04:16 am (UTC)My pants keep falling down, but I feel really fat. It sucks. Also, I feel very chinny. I have to work on that.
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Date: 2009-03-27 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-27 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-27 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-27 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-27 02:26 pm (UTC)Besides, all you need now are a few pair of Joe Boxers! :-P
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Date: 2009-03-27 02:36 pm (UTC)that last bit made me think of this:
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Date: 2009-03-27 03:12 pm (UTC)Well, I certainly don't wish to discourage you from your exercise endeavors at all...but I do have to admit that the only path to a Brenda butt is a mystical combination of Polish genes and God's own smile.
Now that girl's gonna have to come home so I can
lavish it with the proper amounts of attentionATTAAAACCK!!!!!!!no subject
Date: 2009-03-27 05:43 am (UTC)Psh, don't even talk to ME about fat! :p
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Date: 2009-03-27 10:53 pm (UTC)That's call Contruction Scaffolding for MORE CHEEKS!!!!111