One word to describe moi: fatter.
Two words: need help.
Three words: lifestyle gone wrong.
Four words: back to square one.
Oh, I could do that all morning, but I’m not gonna. I’m here to get motivation to get on that treadmill or do some pilates…ANYTHING!
The job searches have ended & ended well. We hired two lovely new faculty who will join us in the fall. They were our top two choices, although all of the candidates we brought to campus were amazing & we’d have been fortunate to get just one of them.
During that time hubby & I (and a third editor) got our book to press. We were trying to get it out before this big conference next week & all indications are that we succeeded. But that meant that in addition to the jo search, which tacked a good 25-30 hours onto my work week for the last two months, we were also copyediting chapters, then proofing, then writing the marketing report (ick), then picking out covers (not as fun as it sounds). It was something new every week, so that we’d catch our breath, say “there, done,” and some other task would roll down the pipeline.
But those things are DONE now. I’m caught up on my classes, although not so much on grading, & all I have to worry about for the next week is writing my paper for the conference & nagging hubby to get his written. I worked all day yesterday on class prep, so I’ll have time to work out & now it’s time to exercise, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too, but here I sit with my coffee & laptop, writing rather than moving.
Clothes are fitting tighter, I don’t feel as strong as I was after the last bootcamp, and my diet is CRAP! It’s turnaround time AGAIN! I’m so sick of this I could scream. I keep thinking that if I get down to my goal weight, it’ll all be so easy to maintain, but then it seems like I can’t even maintain my fattest weight. CRAP! So I’m re-setting the ticker & getting off my fatter ass now.
Wish me luck!