Quote du Jour:
Youâ€™re mocking me, arenâ€™t you?
–Buzz Lightyear, Toy Story
Today I start a new regiment. I AM GOING TO GO WORK OUT.
Iâ€™ve been feeling tired lately and having chest pain. I think Iâ€™m getting an ulcer. Coffee gives me indigestion. Ridiculous. So Iâ€™ve started taking Zantac to help with that and while I was at the drug store, I got a good multivitamin. I started taking that, too. I figured if I start working out, I will have (a) more energy; (b) feel better about myself; (c) maybe lose this awful fat roll in my middle. One can hope.
So thatâ€™s what Iâ€™m going to do starting today. I have my gym bag in the car; I’ve made arrangements with my in-laws for DS. I even brought my book so I can read it while walking on the treadmill.
DH is off to DC this week. The airport was a ZOO this morning. Talk about a gaggle of people. SHEESH. We always walk through Security (outside the ropes) with DH when heâ€™s checking in. This morning, there was a lady who was quite distraught at seeing her loved one go off. She was weeping. DH asked me if I ever cry when he leaves. I laughed and told him no, that I jump for joy. 😆
Anywayâ€¦ DS and I hung around and watched him go through security. We waved bye and then headed back home so I could get ready for work (the horror). And speaking of work, Iâ€™ve been stressing myself out about NOTHING. I worried all weekend about something that doesnâ€™t make a hill of beans. Probably another reason why I have chest pain. And another reason why Iâ€™m going to start working out. I need to release the stress and that will be a good healthy outlet. And Iâ€™m tired of being FAT (as opposed to PHAT .. haha).
And hereâ€™s some linkages. Iâ€™m the featured diarist over at 13 Traveling Journals. Check it out by clicking here and read my opinions on romance writing. For what their worth (which ainâ€™t much). 😉 My daddy is honored on the WWII memorial. You can see that here. I miss him. I must have been thinking about him quite at lot this weekend, because I dreamed about him. In the dream, we saw each other, but never spoke. I know that means something when you dream about loved ones who are gone, but I donâ€™t have a dream interpretation book to check it out. (Note to self: look this up).
Please see below for some humorous photos. They make me chuckle every time I see them.
No writing this weekend, as was expected. But, hey, I tried. I opened the WIP and the stalled issue 113 of Ransom & Fortune several times. Stared at the blank screen, managed to write about 50 words on the adventure serial and that was it. Pathetic.
I gotta get more done this week. Iâ€™m about to be grossly behind on the adventure. And thereâ€™s no excuse for that since the romance has been finished.