Cleaning, Day 12: Derailed…

This entry will be short…  I’ve had a long, pretty horrible day, and even though I’m walking right now, I don’t feel like writing much.  I’ve spent most of today talking and analyzing and explaining and crying, and I just don’t have it in me to write stuff out too.

Suffice it to say, though, that I did actually make my bed.  And I did actually clean the kitchen.  Much of what went on today took place on the phone, and needed to keep my hands busy while I dealt with it.  Cleaning worked well enough, so I guess in spite of everything I can count today a success.

More tomorrow.  Maybe.

Sleep, Day 6: Bunco Night

I failed again.  Maybe I should just push this back by a whole week at this point?   I mean, this time I had an excuse, since last night was Bunco Night, and I came home late enough that I couldn’t really get in any walking WITHOUT blowing my bedtime, but still.  I really had hoped to do better than this.

Sleep, Day 5: Dreams

I failed again. :/   I mean, of course I did…  I sort of set myself up for that, didn’t I?  I even forgave myself ahead of time.  Meh.

But yeah..same kind of thing.  Talking to someone, conversation was just too engrossing.  I couldn’t tear myself away, and before I knew it, I hadn’t just blown my 11:30 bedtime; I had stayed up until something like 2:00 am.  BAD JEN!

And really, that’s not just bad for me. It’s bad for whomever I’m talking to, too.  Even my West Coast pals would be hitting midnight at that point.  Must find some way to stop doing that.

Sleep, Day 3: Woo, Sleep!

Well, that’s two days down.  How far did I get last time?  I can’t even remember.

Unfortunately, I can’t say that I’m actually getting more SLEEP this way.   Even though I tend to go to bed kind of late, the kids usually let me sleep (or at least doze) in enough that I generally get between 6 and 8 hours per night.  Well, on AVERAGE, anyway.  There are outliers.

Weight Check, Week 4.5

Starting Weight Overall:  241 (Wii Fit), 245 (Bathroom Scale)

Last week: 185.4 (Wii Fit), 186.4 (Bathroom Scale)

This week: 184.2 (Wii Fit), 187.2 (Bathroom Scale)

Uh…. NOOOOO!  No, no no no no!

Not only didn’t I lose, I GAINED.  Well, okay, that depends on which scale you’re going by, but STILL….  I tend to rely on the Bathroom Scale moreso than the Wii Fit, so …

Man, why is it that when I think I’m doing really badly, I lose?  This week I really didn’t think I was doing badly.  I thought I was more or less okay, even Friday Night notwithstanding.  I guess this teaches me.

Sleep, Day 15: Emotional Impact

Emotions are funny things…

Sleep, Day 14: Switching Gears

Well, as I said…the sleep thing is a bust.  I’m keeping it in my title because I figure I owe it to myself to be consistent and admit to it.   But only until Wednesday.  Wednesday begins Lent.

Sleep, Day 3: Calculated Decisions

Well, I’m in the thick of cleaning now, although I am frustrated to report that not having Zack or Noah here these three days has not turned out to be the ‘break’ it was touted to be.   Without their older brothers to entertain them, the younger two are now completely reliant on me to keep them busy and out of trouble, and as a result I’m having an even harder time cleaning than I would be otherwise.  As of this writing, I have finished with Noah’s room and I am about 3/4ths of the way through Zack’s, with the entire rest of the house left to go.

Exercise+, Day 18: Tomorrow’s Gonna Be Another Day…

I used to be a huge Monkees fan.  Back in 1986, when they resurfaced for their big reunion tour, I was one of those pre-teens who hopped on the bandwagon and decided to moon after men who were old enough to be my father.  Somehow at the time this didn’t strike me as nearly so lame as it appears now in hindsight, but I guess in the broad scheme of things it was a safe enough crush.  My friends and I were effectively crushing on the 20-something versions of these guys, so the targets of our affections effectively no longer existed.

At any rate, after yesterday’s school-related drama, a Monkee’s song has been running through my head (hence today’s title).  Of course, until I wrote this, it didn’t hit me that the song doesn’t necessarily say that Tomorrow will be a BETTER day.  Only that it will be ANOTHER day.  Hmm.

Exercise+, Day 17: Hard Decisions Made Harder!

BAH!

Today was the sort of day that I cannot describe without swearing.   Since I am not, as it happens, a great fan of swearing, hopefully this underscores just how horrible the day was.  Nothing I attempted to do seemed to go as I hoped, and by the end of the day the only member of our family who hadn’t spent an inordinate amount of time in tears was Andy.  What a mess.

While once again, I realize that this entry will have little to do with the diet and exercise regimen for which my blog has become so famous, it nonetheless follows up on yesterday’s entry…so I must beg the patience of my vast audience as I once again dedicate a blog entry to the wrong things.  Please feel free to skip.