I had an appointment at the doctor today, just for a normal exam and a follow-up on my high blood pressure. (Who knew I would be the type of person to have high blood pressure, right?) I was not very excited about this appointment due to the blood pressure thing and the getting weighed thing and the probably waiting on the doctor thing. I had no idea. I got there at 10:50 for an 11:00 appointment and checked in. It did not get past me that there were six women already seated in the waiting room, and they had ALL checked off my doctor’s name on the sign-in sheet. I…
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2012: Saying “No” To Resolutions and “Yes” To Strategies
I know, I know: it’s just semantics, but for me the slight change in wording makes a world of difference. I’ve never really been a serious resolution-making person, but talking about changes I want to make in terms of strategy, i.e. the means to an end, the roadmap to my goals, HOW I will get there, feels comfortable to me. Take working out, for example. Although I still take my beloved Zumba class three times each week and teach my spin class once each week (and occasionally throw a walk with Roxie in there), it’s not nearly enough. The amount of time I spend on my tushie, working here on…
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Move Along, Nothing To See Here…
I know. It’s been a few days. Well, only four, but in the blogosphere, four days can seem like an eternity. In fact, I have lots to share but no time to share it at the moment. I met my publisher in person over the weekend when we drove down south (in a loaner Chevy Tahoe Hybrid from General Motors, thank you very much!) for my niece’s graduation: my publisher’s office is only about twenty minutes from my sister-in-law’s house. I got a great package from the United Kingdom, full of goodies that made me totally giddy. I got a great package from Cape Cod, containing something that made me…
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Worrywart
I was on the phone with Michelle on Monday night, chatting about this and that when somehow we got around to how crazed we can get, worrying about all kinds of things from the large to the miniscule. I was telling her about all the things I have going on, and how I feel like I need to get certain things finished in order to have peace of mind. As we continued our conversation, we discussed how most of the pressure we have on our shoulders was placed there by none other than…ourselves. To me, that’s a more difficult pressure to work with than if it had been placed on…
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Under Pressure
And now, a vent. My apologies. It had to come out of me at some point. I haven’t spent much time online this week. I’m out of touch with Twitter, I’m unaware of my friends’ status updates on Facebook, and my Google Reader’s waistline is expanding by what seems like fifty unread posts every few hours. In real life? I’m not keeping up very well either. I have a tremendous amount of activity going on over the next two weeks, and earlier today a migraine sidelined me until, well, about two hours ago when I made myself get up from my self-imposed two-hour bed rest, in order to push through…