I’m just so phoning it in today. I’ve had a very busy week, stressful on all fronts, and I just can’t bring myself to concentrate or do any work. Probably not something I should be writing on a work computer, eh? Brain fog has taken over.

I weighed myself this morning to find that I’ve gained 5 pounds since starting my job. This is not good news, but it gave me the extra kick in the butt to find out why I still haven’t been granted access to the fitness room here in the building.

Turns out, the building doesn’t have me listed as an employee. So I spent the morning dealing with the CompanyIWorkFor and getting the necessary paperwork filed. Tuesday, I’ve been told, I’ll be able to use that room. Just when I’m going to use it still puzzles me, but I’ll figure it out. Like, perhaps a couple of days a week I’ll shell out the $10 to have my dog brought home from daycare so I can work out when the working day is though.

See, I work until 4:30. I imagine I wouldn’t get to the gym and change until 5:15. If I take 45 minutes, that has me leaving work at 6. (Assuming I don’t shower?!) I have to pick up the puppy by 7. That’s cutting it too close - with no traffic at all, I can make it in 45 minutes. There is rarely no traffic. But OK. I can justify the expense if I think of it as spending $20-30 a week to belong to a gym. That’s a good price, isn’t it? (Please don’t contradict me. I couldn’t handle it!)

But you know, since I don’t have a workout schedule I haven’t been working out at all. Ever. Except for the dog walks and a few 10-minute videos here and there, no exercise has touched this body. That and my incredibly lax eating is how that 5 pounds happened.
All or nothing thinking – I’m so very guilty of this. So I’m going to do two workouts this weekend. At least. I’m exhausted from the week and I don’t know if I can get on that step tonight. It really has been a very, very busy week. Crazy busy. Not terrible busy, but “no time to breathe” busy.

Yesterday started out as a great food day, that ended with a small bag of chocolate-covered pretzels and pizza. A combo that got me so sick that I …uh… got sick. It is no surprise today that I’ve been SO very regimented and have NO interest in the Friday treats littering the office today.

So much more to say, too lazy to type it. So I’ll leave my Punim the Wonder Puppy story for the weekend. Suffice it to say, he’s almost two, and he’s trying to assert his manliness.