Crash

I'm standing at my polisher, working on a 144-strand cable, when the Big Boss Man comes in to see how the project's progressing. "What's up Crash?"

I assume he'd seen my car.

Yes, that's packaging tape over the headlight.

That's the bad news. The good news is, I'll have some more red meat in the freezer! And since we're looking at silver linings, I also get rid of those annoying stone chips in the front of the hood that have been bugging me since I bought the car.

I'm strangely upbeat in spite of this whole mess, and I really have no good reason to be. My life is overflowing with stress right now, so the last thing I need is one more thing to pile on, and yet I'm uncharacteristically Zen about it. I just don't get it.

Shall we go down the complaint list?

1) My job is irritating me. More specifically, the boys at my job are irritating me.

2) I slept wrong and have a stiff neck down into my shoulders. It's probably a good thing I missed the gym.

3) I ate complete, unadulterated GARBAGE for almost an entire weekend. I passed out in a carb coma on my couch. Twice.

4) In spite of any effort I try to make, I'm still gaining weight. My t-shirts are annoyingly small these days. Let's not even mention the jeans.

5) I'm drowning in school work.

Oh yeah, and I'm single on Valentine's Day. Again.

So why the good mood? To Hades if I know! By the looks of things, "Crash" applies to more than just my car. It feels like the entirety of my life right now. It's no wonder I have absolutely ZERO will power anymore. I ate COOKIES and CUPCAKES for Grok's sake! WTF is that about!? Of all people, I should know better.

SO... it's back "on the wagon" again. My brain knows very well what I should be doing. The problem is just making myself do it, while at the same time enjoying chill time with friends. If that means a little junk food, fine... but I have to make it work in context. I also need to take a hard look at portion sizes. I have this fear of not only eating too much, but eating too little. I did that once and about fried my system. "Hello, thyroid nodule. Where did you come from?"

I do miss running though. I won't be doing 7 miles every morning, but 3 miles, 2 or 3 times a week... sounds fair.

Oh yeah... February Squats Challenge: 400. I slacked a little over the last few days. Not so much slacked as forgot. Oops!

And I figure I owe you a little food porn after taking some time out from the blog and photographs. Tonight's dinner was very... snackworthy, save for the cabbage.

Braised red cabbage and beef liver pate, with celery sticks.

Strawberries and whipped cream! Not the bestest in-season strawberries, but delicious none the less.

Undecided about tomorrow. I wanted to make Wednesdays my fasting day, but then again I really want to get to the gym and do some running (and lifting) too. I'm going to take the easy route and say "I'll see how I feel in the morning."