Friday, June 27, 2008

Stronger

Wake up: 6:03 am
Slept for: 7 hours
First thought was: I wish I could go to the gym this morning.
Baby was: Getting up.
This was: Wonderful, really. He's all smiles and they're better than a large espresso to get you excited about the day.
Daughter was: In her bed! Woo-hoo!
This was: Amazing. She told me yesterday afternoon that she thought the Sleep Fairy would be coming because she was going to sleep in her bed the whole night. And, in fact, the Sleep Fairy did flutter on by, leaving a fabulous DVD of some cartoon-y thing or another in a pretty bag along with a heart-shaped note.
Man was: Fixing to get up.
This was: Great–because we was going to go out and do some weeding. Recession budget = no landscapers this year.
Emails to check: 62
Goal for the day: Eat cleanly, drink water, do what I say I am going to do, create the life I want.
Kabbalah says: We are holy within. Just like god. When we are connected to our holiness, nothing can touch us.
First saving-the-world thought: Everyone needs to get rid of their chemical cleaners and replace them with all-natural ones, said to myself as I rifled through the cabinet of mainly green cleaners and opted for the Clorox.
First bananas thought: Wasn't so bananas: I feel so guilty about using this bleach but, man, does it clean well!
Arrive at gym: Didn't go—too much to do this morning, especially if I want my man to get out and do the weeding.
Weight is: Oh, I totally wish I knew. I am sure it's down. I've thought about getting a scale, but I know that I'd be on it hourly. Not a good thing.
Weight to lose: A lot.
Workout is: Very missed—and I can feel an encroaching—and irrational—fear that if I don't go, I will spiral and, like, eat a whole cake or something. I know it's not going to happen. I just need to know I know it's not going to happen.
Today's song is: Stronger by the once and former Miss Britney Spears and it goes out the very Groovy Ms. Amy. And, yes, I rock the Britney from time to time—and it's done with only a mild case of hipster irony.
Best lyric is: Stronger than yesterday. It's nothin' but my way. My loneliness ain't killin' me no more.
Best spam subject line: Fulfill your booty duties
I want: A Patron Silver margarita and a spray tan
I love: When things get done.
I wish: French fries made you lose weight.
I am totally, majorly obsessing over: The fries I ate at dinner. But really, who can eat mussels sans fries?
Being a mom means: Not having a second glass of wine.
Being a wife means: Sympathy.
Being a business owner means: Meetings at 9 pm on Friday night.
Today I ate: Nothing for breakfast, salad and chicken for lunch and tuna tartare,
Today I drank: Most of the water I intended to drink, one Patron Silver Margarita (yup, I totally made it happen) and one glass of Viognier.
Heard at my dinner table: There were no cute boys in our grade.
Work was: Going at 100 mph and not getting anywhere.
I am: Happy. There's nothing like hanging with old and best friends.
Tomorrow I will: Not spin my wheels

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