Monday, March 12, 2012
Got a computer today. Oddly, not particularly excited about it. Part of it may be because I went for value rather than bells and whistles, so I don't get the "check out my muscle machine" thrill. Another part of it may well be that, unlike, say 10 years ago, getting new technology toys isn't all that rare/exciting anymore. Might be something about how by the time a product is on the shelf 6 months, it's pretty much been surpassed by the next three big things. I mean, the iPad 2 came out to great fanfare when? Actually, I just looked it up, and the timeline is even more compressed than I thought. The first iPad came out in April 2010, the iPad 2 last March, and now the iPad 3 has been released. Someone getting an iPad 1 now is still getting a perfectly functional machine...it's just not shiny and new anymore. So maybe I have a couple of thoughts about maybe how I should have spent a bit more, so that I'm not already working an obsolete machine. But then again, for what I use a computer for, for the most part? This is a big leap forward from the desktop I bought three years ago, for half the price of that previous machine. Good enough for me.
Somewhat related thought: for having worked an IT job for 4 + years, I'm still a techno idiot. Maybe not as idiotic as a lot of people out there are, but enough to know I don't really know jack or squat.
Ok, so I planned on starting the new week on Thursday, but that idea failed for a couple of reasons. One, I posted that thought a bit too late on Thursday to really implement it. And then on Friday, my eye hurt. Now, that sounds like a minor complaint, but, really, it was bad. It was "looking like a demon from a Renaissance painting" red eye, the kind of thing where it feels like there something jammed up into the eyelid, and you can't wash it out for the life of you, and light is hurting the eye, and just looking back and forth is painful- bad.
The Friday plans called for computer shopping, and going to a friend's PhD defense, and going to dinner with friends (the same ones I flaked out on Wednesday). I only made it to the third, and a big part of that was because around noon, when it because all too apparent that I wasn't making it to the 1 PM thesis defense (heck, the eye was watering so bad, I couldn't see straight...I grabbed some horribly unfashionable oversized sunglasses, which were really the sun blocking device given my father to protect his eye during his recovery from glaucoma surgery, and walked to Walgreen's to get a thing of Visine) I made up my mind that dagnabit, I was going to dinner, I wasn't standing those guys up again. The Visine helped, though I really don't know if I'd just managed to get the offending speck out in my many washes, or if the active ingredient just got the red out as designed. Either way, I did go to dinner, but my eye was hurting the whole time, and I'm glad no one came up with an after dinner idea, as I was glad to just go home.
Saturday was a relatively lazy day, didn't make it to the gym, but I hadn't planned to. Sunday, though, even though the day began with a minor repeat of Friday's eye issues (and honestly, I've had a minor headache all weekend, can't figure out if that's just carryover from the eye thing, or if something else is going on...will get it checked out if it persists another couple of days, or as soon as I'm sure the health insurance cobra extension is in place), I went out, got a paper, looked up the deals on computers, and with advice from the brother, just went out and got that new machine. Why I couldn't have done this a week ago, or two weeks ago, don't ask. I wouldn't have a good answer if you did. But I went and got that new computer, and then I came home and dropped it off and went to play frisbee.
Boy, was that a disaster. Not necessarily because I threw horribly, or dropped everything (don't think I dropped anything that was actually thrown to me). I just couldn't move. That first time out in the spring is always depressing. Today was no exception, and I moved well for just a point or two before i started laboring. The uneven ground bothered the heck out of my ankle, the lungs just didn't want to fill with air, whatever, I felt even slower than usual (and I'm usually among the slowest people on any given frisbee field). What happened to losing weight and getting faster as a result???
Anyway, I got out there at 2 PM, when people had started playing at noon-ish, so I missed out on the really big crowd. Which was actually a good thing, as I got to play relatively steadily, which was a bad thing, because I needed the breaks. Oh well. All that said, I ran...err...moved around for an hour out there, and then, because it felt like I didn't really get the exercise I was going for, went to the gym and used an elliptical for 45 minutes. It was a struggle, and I'm not sure if that was because I'd already been running around outside and was tired, or if it was because the machines I usually use were occupied, and I was on an elliptical with moving arms, with different action/resistance per level. Either way, I got sweatier than I already was. And then I came home and played with the new toy. It's been a while since I'd used netflix. And it's been a while since I scribbled out a blog post at home without worry that it'd suddenly disappear on me. :)
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Rough week. Fighting a huge dose of apathy, failing entirely to sticking to any sort of routine, not particularly caring about anything. Last week, I made it to the gym three times, and played basketball a 4th day. This week, Monday, I thought about going to the gym, Tuesday I thought about going to the gym, Wednesday I thought about going to the gym, and I haven't made it there yet. I'm pretty sure I'll make it to play basketball in a couple of hours, but I make no guarantees.
The week's rhythm, or lack thereof, might have been set on Saturday night, when after I went to the gym, I wandered a bit afield to go see a band play, and didn't get home until 3 AM, and didn't fall asleep until 5 AM. While I haven't been awake quite that late, I find myself insomniac once again, with the only difference being that I don't have anywhere to go in the morning, so it's ok if only in the sense that I'm not necessarily robbing myself of sleep. But, man, waking up at 10/11/12/whenever (ok, it hasn't been past 12, yet) is killing any sense of routine. You get up, putz around for an hour and a half, as was per usual prior to running off to work, but instead of the day still unfolding before you, it's 1 PM, and that day is half gone.
Here's the thing...I'm NOT looking for sympathy here, just scribbling out for posterity's sake that, yes, March 5-9 has been an extraordinarily crappy week, but one that's entirely of my own making, and declaring that the next week will be better (the bar is set very low! :)
I'm typing this from the library, where I've finally dragged my carcass to look up some stuff pertaining to work search. That's a good sign. I think when the weather starts behaving consistently (it went from the 60s yesterday to 35 now), I think I'll walk out here, and keep going on that track.
Low point of the week: completely flaking on remembering to go hang out with friends yesterday - we were to go see a local country band play, featuring the co-worker of one of the friends. I did forget about it, but I also managed, apparently, to not look at my phone at any point between 4 and 10 PM. Not sure how I pulled that off, as I've become one of those "always fiddling with my smartphone" people I used to laugh at before I got the darn thing. Utterly forgetting an event that we'd talked about checking out together, that's not like me. I'm going to chalk it down to the malaise that was this week as a whole.
Another thing: food has been a challenge for me, in that even with all this time, I haven't felt compelled to cook, really. Tuesday was the worst, as it was the day that I woke up after 12 PM, felt a bit queasy, so didn't eat right away, ended up at a buffet, and pretty much did a one meal day. Yes, yes, I know, bad Partha. But there you have it, a week of cans and cereal and what have you.
Next week can't help but be better, but I think I'm going to start next week now, because I'm kinda sick of this one.
Friday, March 02, 2012
Not worried because this too shall be eaten eventually, maybe I need more lines of text to test out the force quit on the browser and the destruction of the blog post. And yes, I just quit a software qa job, and yet here I am after midnight testing out something along those lines, after having the last two blog post attempts eaten. And I totally started this rant as a way to just see if I could do it again. Or more accurately have it done to me again but it seems but this time it is working. I guess it could still fail on me, at which point more gnashing of the teeth and cursing may ensue.
Two eaten blog posts in one - 5 minutes ago, I was in a happy sleepy place, just thought I'd share a couple of thoughts before nodding off. Last few weeks, low weight has been Saturday, apprx 36 hours post basketball. Curious to see if that trend continues, as instead of that session being the only coherent exercise, I've used all this additional free time to get to the gym twice this week. Hoping for some additive subtraction. Anyway, this post is still alive and I'm thinking I should save and quit before it becomes otherwise.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Slept in until 9, got out to run a couple of errands that had been hanging about, took an afternoon nap, watched the godfather in the evening, made myself a cheddar. Gorgonzola omelette along with an attempt at baked onion rings. The last of those didn't work out particularly well, as I just dipped the onion rings in egg white prior to rolling them in Italian bread crumbs. Not enough stuck to really get a good crunch going. Was still tasty though, as were the crunchies created by dumping the rest of the crumbs I was using into the remaining egg white and tossing the resulting glop onto the pan.
All in all, today would have been a perfectly great day if it were the weekend, and I won't mind repeating it a couple of times. But I can see it getting boring quickly.
Basketball last Thursday was a good time, until I jammed the same thumb I've been having issues with, not once but twice. The latter incident ended the night prematurely - when I got home, I grabbed a handful of wheat thins to eat, and realized that I wasn't quite able to grasp a cracker between the thumb and pinkie on that hand, as the thumb just didn't want to bend far enough to do that simple trick. It took a couple of days to do so comfortably, and though the thumb is by no means healed (and frankly won't be for a while), I'll probably be back out there this Thursday. Stubbornness, I guess, or an attitude along the lines of "what more damage would I do to it anyway? It's already messed up."
Fortunately, the other aches have largely healed. Added a new one Sunday, though not entirely an unwelcome one, what with the shoulders feeling the aftermath of a couple of miles on the rowing machine at the gym. Found a bit of music that worked well for that, some religious music actually, a nice Christian death metal band called Living Sacrifice. Now, I'm not a Christian myself, but I'm not one to discriminate against a good soundtrack for a workout. I suppose I might have been an odd sight to the women arriving for their class, as I headbanged and silently screamed along to such lovely ditties as "the power of god" and "local vengeance killing" whilst rowing. But y'know, yesterday, I didn't really care. Not that I do usually, but there was a little bit less of a crap given on Sunday. Not entirely sure what that was all about.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Got home at about 6:30 last night, planning on hitting the gym. Grabbed a glass of milk, a couple of cookies for fuel, and set to a couple of quick tasks I needed to do. By 7, I was done with those, rested, digested, and ready to go to the gym, but...Futurama was on, the Leonardo da Vinci episode, and so I watched that. And somewhere in that half hour, the mojo/motivation/what have you just evaporated. Sitting down, I started feeling the aches I've been dealing with, from the left shoulder that still hurt two days after a tetanus booster shot, to the right hand/wrist on which I jammed my thumb playing basketball two weeks running, and exacerbated by going bowling on the weekend (that one's a real issue, anyway, but not one that would affect use of an elliptical machine). Add to that the ankle that just started paining me Tuesday for no apparent reason, and, oh, the neck and shoulder still not recovered from the previous weekend's headbangings, and all of a sudden it's 8:15 and I still haven't moved.
And I am oh so aware of that fact. And kind of sort of mad about it. But thinking that I have the Wii, and I have the vinyl sweat suit, or as I was told it was called by a smirking coworker, a sauna suit, so I can still get some sweat on at home, right, so I'm not too annoyed with myself at this point. But I am hungry, so I grab some leftover chicken from the night before, and nosh on that, and a few cheez-its, and other snackages that I have because on Monday, I committed the cardinal sin of going to the grocery store while hungry. You see, I had an annual physical on Monday, and since it'd been three years since I'd had an annual physical, I knew that I wanted to get my cholesterol checked, as it's been an issue before, especially the triglycerides. So I starved myself that day to achieve the proper fasting state they needed for that blood test, and by the time the apointment was over, around 3 PM, and I got the blood draw for the test, I was famished. But it was too late to make it worth it to go back to work, a half hour drive away (not really, but close enough, especially seeing as how it's my last week there), so instead I went homeward, and thought I should do some grocery shopping, as the cupboards were getting bare-ish.
The hunger and sales combined to induce purchasing of the cookies and crackers in amounts that might haunt me, with any luck, for a few weeks to come, and with less luck, for just two weeks. But in the latter case, the scale will haunt me, so let's just hope for the former, mmmkay?
Anyway, some of these snackages found their way into the belly, and I thought that I'd had enough, but it was just one of those evenings, where the cravings win out, and a few more wormed their way betwixt the teeth and gums, and then I was pissed off, because I'd just made a meal out of grasshoppers and chocolate chip cookies, and I still hadn't exercised and the tiredness that had been creeping up on me all day because the night before I went to grab something on the other side of the chest high breakfast bar and kind of hurt my ribs, and spent most of the night before tossing and turning and unable to get comfortable because my chest and back were whining, all that caught up to me, and I found myself donning the clothes I sleep in. And I had my phone with me, and so I logged in to sparkpeople to do a bit of bloggy whining, but a couple of sentences in, the browser window shut down, naturally without saving the blog entry and so I just got into bed, pulled the covers over my head and went to sleep. At 9 PM.
I turned the lights off at 4 AM. Was just in a mood just before going to sleep that I couldn't be bothered to get up and walk the 5 feet that it would have taken me to reach the light switch. The impending joblessness was weighing on my mind a bit last night, not sure how much that played a part in it, but it was a slow rolling trainwreck of an evening, and I'm glad I just rolled over and went to sleep instead of fighting it and worrying about not exercising and eating like crap and all that other stuff. Today's a new day, and as it's basketball night, it will feature good exercise (although, with the ankle, hand and back/neck/shoulders aall making their presence felt this morning, I wonder how good), and tomorrow's another day yet, and then there's a fun weekend planned, and then I get to sleep in on Monday, so...
Remains to be seen what the next turn of the wheel will bring, just felt like I needed to spew and bury the one from last night in an unmarked grave.
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