Hit me with your best shot, monday.
0 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 10 May 2010 at 5/10/2010 10:00:00 am.
Ugh.
OK so the trip up to k-town was intense and full-on, and even though I wasn't the actual one doing the presentation etc., I am still feeling the burn from the whole week. Mainly I was trying to juggle research AND a grumpy 1-year old AND be on-call support for the project team, which doesn't sound like much but then if that's the case, why did i come back so burnt out? Oh yes, and then there were the extended days-full-of-driving-too-many-hours. blehhhh.
Regardless, we got home on friday evening and that's a good time to get home, because you don't have to go to work the next day. Of course this reasoning doesn't work for crap for me anymore since i'm in thesis mode and that means every day is a potential work day for me. And herein lies my really bad uneasy feeling:
when i'm NOT working on it, I'm feeling guilty about not working on it. Because there's no structure and i'm just left up to my own devices, I have no idea if I'm doing enough, just-enough, not-quite-enough, or plenty of work.
But regardless, friday night even with all-day-on-the-road fatigue, I managed to whip up a pretty freakin delicious linguini & clam sauce for dinner (why linguini and clam sauce? because there was NOTHING in the house that was eat-worthy after being so busy and away for so long, but there WAS a can of clams and some pasta & the basic white wine sauce makings, of course). It was delicious but of course not nutritious which gave me that horrible "I shouldn't be eating this" feeling - particularly after a week of lodge breakfasts & dinners, no exercise, and probably too many sundowners and bottles of wine. And also, everybody knows that when you eat linguini and clam sauce you GOTTA have a nice bottle of white to go along with it... I'm starting to feel the need for a detox week, honestly.
So then in an attempt to better my karma and self-worth and all that, I tried to make some research progress on saturday. And I went to the gym, which was highly necessary given the whole week without a gym or opportunity to go running, etc. Well sure there's always my morning pushups but that does NOT a fat-burning regime make! I am proud to mention, however, that here in the depths of the land of 50 pushups (without stopping) I am still holding my own and have massive (proportionally) triceps.
I am really enjoying saturday late afternoon/early evening workouts at the gym lately. It's totally dead in there (everybody getting ready to go OUT, I assume) and I've basically got no time pressure or reason to rush, so I tend to take my time and really get some quality workouts then. I don't even getting changed and driving back & forth anymore, which is always a litmus test for me of how committed I actually am with my fitness practice at the time.
Anyhoo, saturday night was pretty -meh- and I can't figure out if this was because there was just nothing to do, or because of the lingering guilty feeling, or because I knew what lay in wait for me the next day (my first ever Mothers' Day - of which I knew well before hand would be completely ignored in my house, and while other mommies were getting breakfast in bed and some sort of minimal recognition for their efforts in motherhood, I would be awoken to the sound of "hurry up! we're leaving in 30 minutes! can you dress the kid?!") but what can I say, it was just another lame saturday night but I made a pretty stellar steak for dinner (which of course warranted a stellar bottle of red).
Onward to sunday - naturally we won't talk about the occurrance of "M DAY" which pretty much consisted of me getting e-cards and text messages from everybody (which I was honestly not expecting - the concept still boggles my mind, actually) except The Mr., in fact he even went as far as to inform me that I am not his mother, but if I would INSIST, then he would TRY to do something NEXT YEAR. ugh. gag. moving right along....
But at the HASH, lots of fun ensued, including a champagne stop during the middle of the run (which actually I didnt even get to run, because it was my week to be on walking duty - zzzz) for the mothers..... and actually, just so no one got left out 'anyone who was either born from a mother, or made a woman a mother, or has a mother!' followed by a braai and much socialising. so that was nice.
Sunday evening I took the big dog for a walk by myself which was a nice change because we did a bit of obedience work, which we can't normally do when the other pups are with us. Peace & quiet with my big boy. Then was the obligatory call to the mother and the grandmother, and that was fine, and otherwise it's just a bunch of flight-pricing online for the rest of the evening. Oh, and I cooked my own dinner again and it was delicious. Mushroom pie in a spinach crust. yes! vegetarian success! and (well after the hash was over anyway +/- 2pm) a fully alcohol-free evening.
SO, moving forward on the trail of "how to improve this week"...
1. Dry out, by not comsuming any adult beverages
2. Every day accomplish at least SOMETHING in the research department
3. Find some way to get the gym in (in M-town on tues, so possibly have to do Thurs & Fri)
4. Drink lots of tomato juice
5. Suck it up an have a good attitude about flying all the way up and back to M-town AGAIN for tomorrow's meeting
6. Benevolence, benevolence, benevolence.
Well, in that case, how about some major breakthrough in the world of tomato juice. Always a happy subject.... I have now figured out a way to curb the old "attack of the munchies along the road to fitness". As in, everyone you're with is eating and snacking, and you've already had a decent meal and all this social eating begins to play tricks on your stomach and you want to start noshing even though you're on the road to fitness and all that's around you is chips and dips and bad bad baddies. Drink a bloody mary!! Why have I not thought of this brilliant idea before? Not only is it the healthiest drink (tomato juice is indeed a superfood) available, but it's also got some acidic magic going on in there that paints your tounge with taste-bud numbers which trick your tounge into thinking you're eating something savoury AND the thick consistancy and spiciness of it tricks your stomach into thinking you're eating chips! Everybody wins in this guilt-free, fat-free, tangy worcesterlicious experience! Think I'm talking crap? Well of course I most certainly am! But it works somehow (for me anyway). i'm a bloody mary convert. count me in!
OK so the trip up to k-town was intense and full-on, and even though I wasn't the actual one doing the presentation etc., I am still feeling the burn from the whole week. Mainly I was trying to juggle research AND a grumpy 1-year old AND be on-call support for the project team, which doesn't sound like much but then if that's the case, why did i come back so burnt out? Oh yes, and then there were the extended days-full-of-driving-too-many-hours. blehhhh.
Regardless, we got home on friday evening and that's a good time to get home, because you don't have to go to work the next day. Of course this reasoning doesn't work for crap for me anymore since i'm in thesis mode and that means every day is a potential work day for me. And herein lies my really bad uneasy feeling:
when i'm NOT working on it, I'm feeling guilty about not working on it. Because there's no structure and i'm just left up to my own devices, I have no idea if I'm doing enough, just-enough, not-quite-enough, or plenty of work.
But regardless, friday night even with all-day-on-the-road fatigue, I managed to whip up a pretty freakin delicious linguini & clam sauce for dinner (why linguini and clam sauce? because there was NOTHING in the house that was eat-worthy after being so busy and away for so long, but there WAS a can of clams and some pasta & the basic white wine sauce makings, of course). It was delicious but of course not nutritious which gave me that horrible "I shouldn't be eating this" feeling - particularly after a week of lodge breakfasts & dinners, no exercise, and probably too many sundowners and bottles of wine. And also, everybody knows that when you eat linguini and clam sauce you GOTTA have a nice bottle of white to go along with it... I'm starting to feel the need for a detox week, honestly.
So then in an attempt to better my karma and self-worth and all that, I tried to make some research progress on saturday. And I went to the gym, which was highly necessary given the whole week without a gym or opportunity to go running, etc. Well sure there's always my morning pushups but that does NOT a fat-burning regime make! I am proud to mention, however, that here in the depths of the land of 50 pushups (without stopping) I am still holding my own and have massive (proportionally) triceps.
I am really enjoying saturday late afternoon/early evening workouts at the gym lately. It's totally dead in there (everybody getting ready to go OUT, I assume) and I've basically got no time pressure or reason to rush, so I tend to take my time and really get some quality workouts then. I don't even getting changed and driving back & forth anymore, which is always a litmus test for me of how committed I actually am with my fitness practice at the time.
Anyhoo, saturday night was pretty -meh- and I can't figure out if this was because there was just nothing to do, or because of the lingering guilty feeling, or because I knew what lay in wait for me the next day (my first ever Mothers' Day - of which I knew well before hand would be completely ignored in my house, and while other mommies were getting breakfast in bed and some sort of minimal recognition for their efforts in motherhood, I would be awoken to the sound of "hurry up! we're leaving in 30 minutes! can you dress the kid?!") but what can I say, it was just another lame saturday night but I made a pretty stellar steak for dinner (which of course warranted a stellar bottle of red).
Onward to sunday - naturally we won't talk about the occurrance of "M DAY" which pretty much consisted of me getting e-cards and text messages from everybody (which I was honestly not expecting - the concept still boggles my mind, actually) except The Mr., in fact he even went as far as to inform me that I am not his mother, but if I would INSIST, then he would TRY to do something NEXT YEAR. ugh. gag. moving right along....
But at the HASH, lots of fun ensued, including a champagne stop during the middle of the run (which actually I didnt even get to run, because it was my week to be on walking duty - zzzz) for the mothers..... and actually, just so no one got left out 'anyone who was either born from a mother, or made a woman a mother, or has a mother!' followed by a braai and much socialising. so that was nice.
Sunday evening I took the big dog for a walk by myself which was a nice change because we did a bit of obedience work, which we can't normally do when the other pups are with us. Peace & quiet with my big boy. Then was the obligatory call to the mother and the grandmother, and that was fine, and otherwise it's just a bunch of flight-pricing online for the rest of the evening. Oh, and I cooked my own dinner again and it was delicious. Mushroom pie in a spinach crust. yes! vegetarian success! and (well after the hash was over anyway +/- 2pm) a fully alcohol-free evening.
SO, moving forward on the trail of "how to improve this week"...
1. Dry out, by not comsuming any adult beverages
2. Every day accomplish at least SOMETHING in the research department
3. Find some way to get the gym in (in M-town on tues, so possibly have to do Thurs & Fri)
4. Drink lots of tomato juice
5. Suck it up an have a good attitude about flying all the way up and back to M-town AGAIN for tomorrow's meeting
6. Benevolence, benevolence, benevolence.
Well, in that case, how about some major breakthrough in the world of tomato juice. Always a happy subject.... I have now figured out a way to curb the old "attack of the munchies along the road to fitness". As in, everyone you're with is eating and snacking, and you've already had a decent meal and all this social eating begins to play tricks on your stomach and you want to start noshing even though you're on the road to fitness and all that's around you is chips and dips and bad bad baddies. Drink a bloody mary!! Why have I not thought of this brilliant idea before? Not only is it the healthiest drink (tomato juice is indeed a superfood) available, but it's also got some acidic magic going on in there that paints your tounge with taste-bud numbers which trick your tounge into thinking you're eating something savoury AND the thick consistancy and spiciness of it tricks your stomach into thinking you're eating chips! Everybody wins in this guilt-free, fat-free, tangy worcesterlicious experience! Think I'm talking crap? Well of course I most certainly am! But it works somehow (for me anyway). i'm a bloody mary convert. count me in!
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