Keeping Promises to Myself

 They, whoever they is, claim that selfcare is really important 

ya know....you can't take care of others if you don't take care of yourself.

So, with that said, me and my extra 10 pounds, YES 10 pounds !!! decided to seriously get back to something....anything...and I'm easily influenced....so when my run keeper decided I should train for a marathon I clicked "ok".

Not my smartest moment.

I'm on week 2 (just started)

today was a slow 2 mile run.

I chose the bike path which was infested with these weird mosquito, flying silverfish things.

Pretty sure I ate about 30.

Here is one I hacked up about 2 hours post run.

It was stuck to my Uvula.

I'm vegetarian, this is not a good breakfast for me.

yuk

This was part of my view.

Very lovely, but did not make the 2 miles anymore enjoyable

and here is how I gelt

SLOW

Will it ever come back?

I don't know.

But I do know I want to stay on track for a while with making a commitment to myself and keeping it.

Me first.

me me me

no excuses.

I'll keep ya posted

m

Angry Morning

A few things I hate:

1. The bus pulling away as I pull into the bus stop, even after I forced myself up 30 minutes early, rushed around like a chicken with it's head cut off, and squealed into the parking lot. ( I know that bus driver saw me!)

2. My period...Yes, I realize I've been having the damn thing for 22 years,( minus the time in the middle when I was either on super birth control or pregnant) but I still can't get used to it. I'm never prepared, it never comes when I want it to and it always ruins my weekend...like it knows my sex schedule. Lord forbid that is would start Sunday evening at 5 pm and end Friday afternoon at happy hour. ( never trust anything that bleeds a quarter of it's life and lives).

3. Tight underwear. It ruins my entire morale. It just proves that I have gained weight or have water weight which in return makes we want to cram bags of Boulder Chips into my mouth to make me feel better. Curses to you #2 and salt!

4. Zits....This may be redundant with #2, but Jeesus H Christ....can I not get a break between Zits and wrinkles? What ever could I have done in my past life to deserve this? I recycle, I donate, I'm good to myself and Mother Earth, why, oh WHY must I have zits?

Just so as not to let ya'll think my days are always full of crap...I do have an OK life. This morning I got up and went to wake Olive up....guess what? on a good note, she didn't pee her underwear...on a funny note...she got baby powder out last night (not sure when) and shot it all over her room...looked exactly like a powder infused cannon went off...POOF! Bobby actually vacuumed it up at 545 am, chihuahua barking ferociously for all the neighbors to hear...chasing the "break the noise barrier, ancient vacuum" around the bedroom. (Please God send me a Dyson for Xmas) The weekend is here and "Rhythm on the River" is going on, so maybe we can ride our bikes down there and I am going to try to either make a bag or sew another little top for the girls this weekend...put the school book to the side.


I better go do some work
which is #5.....of things I can't stand....

write ya later....
xo
m

Been a while...So I ran around the block :)

Well,
It's been a while, a long while...you know why? Because I forgot my password.
But, the genius that I am used the same old password so I was able to log back in and torture all of you. Well, actually just torture myself because no one reads this. Well, after today some people will read it because I am going to send a link to some of my friends....reason being they can make sure I'm not going crazy via this Blog Spot. One never knows what your truely odd friend is doing in their free time at their desk.

I did want to write down that I ran my first race. I ran the Longmont Turkey Trot, and NO, I didn't win a Turkey, but I did win some self confidence back. I had misplaced that damn selfconfidence somewhere with my missing tights...but I found it. I ran a 2 mile race in 18.37 minutes. Now , we all know that is no Ethiopian pace, but it's quite a quick trot for me. I'm proud of myself and that's that...I won't torture my friends anymore by asking them if they knew I placed 4th in my age group. Go Myssi, Go Myssi.

So, I am going to send a link to my best girls and they can read my lively hood on line. I gotta get home now...I ahve lots of crafts and crap I need to get to before the holidays...