"Lordy, lordy, lordy, I can’t help it, I like to party…it’s genetic, it’s electrifying"

"Wind me up and watch me go. Where she stops, nobody knows, a good excuse to be a bad influence on you."

That Pink song is me to a tee. I have problems holding back. It’s not worth doing, if it’s not worth doing well, right?

Let’s see.

One day weekends suck. At least I got some sex in there.

My thoughts today? I should probably be checking my blood pressure, but I keep waking up and being like…eh..not today. I know from my last doctor’s visit for birth control that it was still up. I should also be weighing myself, but after the initial “oooh shiny” new thing moment and the bad news, I just haven’t cared. I am LOVING the depo again. So happy not to have to remember a pill anymore. And no more spotting. Happy days are here again!

I’m still doing things. I’m walking home 4/5 days pretty consistently. And using the weekend to walk more. For 3 weeks now, I’ve walked for over 300 minutes each week. My thighs are a bit chafed sadly……but no pain, no gain?

I’m still eating far less processed foods and without even really meaning to, we are eating so much more chicken than red meat lately. You know, with some bacon thrown in for good measure.

I wish it was making a difference in any of my numbers though. So today maybe I will just write down what has changed.

1. I am less tired.

2. It’s not as hard to walk as it once was and my feet don’t hurt as much anymore.

3. Veggies and fruits are equaling so much less heartburn for me.

4. I feel like my pants are looser, but without weight loss I’m not trusting my feelings.

5. When I see my reflection (clothed) in a window, I think….huh. I do look like I have less chunk in the front. When I’m naked though, I don’t see any difference. Meh.

That’s 5 things that at least make me feel a little better even if I’m not getting the drastic results I thought I would. I’ve made pretty drastic changes for me.

Maybe this weekend will be the day to step back on the scale, or at least check my bp. I’m maybe less discouraged by all this at least? And when I get upset, I find that I want to walk it out. Which would be great if I didn’t get upset after it was dark. People were already like…really, you’re gonna walk home after 7? Yes, I am. On the bike path. It’ll still be light until I hit Coburg road where I will be safe. Tomorrow I go back to 8-5 so it won’t be as much of an issue. I’m looking forward to it being cooler so I won’t sweat so damn much. I’m sick of being moist all the time.

When/if I get back onto a 10-7 shift regularly, maybe I’ll walk to work. Or maybe that’s when I really go ahead with the gym membership thing. Though today I was ogling a Groupon deal for a stationary bike, I could watch TV and bike to my heart’s content!

My plans this week? Walking home, tomorrow is shopping, Wednesday is potential walking with Angie and another girl I don’t know..no idea where…Thursday might be my free day. It’s gonna be hot and I find I hate it more when it’s really hot. Friday will be walking home and then…fun. A real weekend! HURRAY.

Maybe IHOP in there since I have a coupon and I feel okay about eating it when a. I don’t finish my whole meal in one sitting, leftovers are a good thing! Something else I’ve learned recently. And b. I walk there and back. I totally deserve that breakfast after I’ve walked to IHOP from my house, easily an hour walk.

Well….that’s where I’m at. Still a broken record about trying to be healthier, still probably annoying the hell out of people.

I’m also missing my neighbors more lately. Seems like every time we plan shenanigans, the world stops our plans. Don’t get me wrong, I usually get at least one day with either of them, but rarely do we all end up in the same place at the same time. I miss that. If only I could win the lottery and we didn’t have to work anymore.

Oh yeah. Sunday is a wedding reception. You can guess how well that’s gonna end for Ben. I’m sure he’s THRILLED. I’ve already been asking him why he looks irritated and dwelling on why I’m unmarriable. If you hear an explosion Sunday night, that’s my head. Finally releasing it’s steam. 

OH YEAH. Also, I get to be at the reception with Ali, Ben's ex. The one who friended me on facebook and then dumped me after I agreed.