Happy Monday!
I am going to try and add a 'funny' every Monday... no matter how crummy or cranky I am feeling.
Love!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Nope.
Fibre and I... DO NOT GET ALONG.
That's the only thing I can figure attributed to my 5 pound gain this week, that is a gain from my 'time of the month' weigh in last week, which is always up because of water and womanly things.
I have been bloated and uncomfortable all week... and if we're getting personal.. I am gassy, out of every end. The sneaky burps are the worst! Two days ago I actually burped in Richard's face when he leaned in for a kiss. I had no warning (of the burp, not the kiss) I felt terrible.
The only thing I changed this week (compared to the last few, where I haven't lost, but I haven't gained) is my morning protein shake (Vega Chocolate high fibre) and Fibre one bars. I can't think of anything else that is different. Granted my diet hasn't been overly healthy, but nothing our of the ordinary... and all good foods, aside from the regular chocolate treat :).
I am going to leave the Fibre enhancers at home next week and see if I feel any better.
It could be something completely unrelated... I have been congested the past few days, with an uneasy stomach, terrible acne and random nose bleeds. Let's hope its the fibre... Hmmm...
Oh and I AM NOT PREGNANT... everyone seems to jump to that conclusion with every queasy moment.
Whewf.
Wish me luck...
Love!
That's the only thing I can figure attributed to my 5 pound gain this week, that is a gain from my 'time of the month' weigh in last week, which is always up because of water and womanly things.
I have been bloated and uncomfortable all week... and if we're getting personal.. I am gassy, out of every end. The sneaky burps are the worst! Two days ago I actually burped in Richard's face when he leaned in for a kiss. I had no warning (of the burp, not the kiss) I felt terrible.
The only thing I changed this week (compared to the last few, where I haven't lost, but I haven't gained) is my morning protein shake (Vega Chocolate high fibre) and Fibre one bars. I can't think of anything else that is different. Granted my diet hasn't been overly healthy, but nothing our of the ordinary... and all good foods, aside from the regular chocolate treat :).
I am going to leave the Fibre enhancers at home next week and see if I feel any better.
It could be something completely unrelated... I have been congested the past few days, with an uneasy stomach, terrible acne and random nose bleeds. Let's hope its the fibre... Hmmm...
Oh and I AM NOT PREGNANT... everyone seems to jump to that conclusion with every queasy moment.
Whewf.
Wish me luck...
Love!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Is it true?
Do you have to be a tortured soul to be a good writer? Or to write something worth reading? My best work is when I have been the least interested in life, when dark thoughts have invaded my 'inner subconscious' (redundant?)
I fall back on my writing as an escape... the worse I feel the better the words fall together.
I have also realized that all of my favorite bloggers struggle in some form with a personality disorder, most of which I suffer from, but refuse to let show. I know it is not a choice to be depressed or anxious, but having been clinically diagnosed with both, I fight daily to avoid succumbing to the pressure they put on me, both physically and emotionally... there are weeks when I hate my life, myself and my job.
Is it real maturity when I recognize why I suddenly have a lack luster approach to life? Why nothing seems worth it and I am tired all the time? I know why, but I hate to admit it... I find security in knowing great writers (whom I love) fight the same battles, but why can't writing be something beautiful, magical and amazing? Why do these words have to come from a dark and scary place?
Granted... I am sweetening every syllable from how I am really feeling today. I am dreading the end of day bell, because going home seems so much worse than sitting here.
This all came forward when I intentionally missed my spin class... my favorite class of the week. I watched the minutes disappear and did everything in my power to be 'too busy' to go. I hate myself for it, but the satisfaction of doing the class couldn't compete with the shear pain of considering the class.
What is wrong with me? How do I fix? Where do I find the motivation to make change? Hmpf.
Fibre is working... I'm tired, but its working.
Love?
I fall back on my writing as an escape... the worse I feel the better the words fall together.
I have also realized that all of my favorite bloggers struggle in some form with a personality disorder, most of which I suffer from, but refuse to let show. I know it is not a choice to be depressed or anxious, but having been clinically diagnosed with both, I fight daily to avoid succumbing to the pressure they put on me, both physically and emotionally... there are weeks when I hate my life, myself and my job.
Is it real maturity when I recognize why I suddenly have a lack luster approach to life? Why nothing seems worth it and I am tired all the time? I know why, but I hate to admit it... I find security in knowing great writers (whom I love) fight the same battles, but why can't writing be something beautiful, magical and amazing? Why do these words have to come from a dark and scary place?
Granted... I am sweetening every syllable from how I am really feeling today. I am dreading the end of day bell, because going home seems so much worse than sitting here.
This all came forward when I intentionally missed my spin class... my favorite class of the week. I watched the minutes disappear and did everything in my power to be 'too busy' to go. I hate myself for it, but the satisfaction of doing the class couldn't compete with the shear pain of considering the class.
What is wrong with me? How do I fix? Where do I find the motivation to make change? Hmpf.
Fibre is working... I'm tired, but its working.
Love?
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