I’m sitting here in bed listening to Tom Waits and sending off my resume rather randomly to admin and project assistant jobs posted on Monster.com.
Damn, I remember when making $32K a year sounded like a lot of money.
Then, of course, I picked up a bunch of student loans.
Funny how that works.
I’m out of beer, which is a good thing. The last two weeks, my roommate and I have been coming home and imbibing every night of the week. It’s time to lay off the sauce on weekdays.
I also just finished eating my last chocolate bar for some time, and my last bagels for some time, as well.
I have become soft and doughy, and though the morning weights are keeping up the muscle strength and definition in my arms, my endurance is for shit. And I feel guilty and shitty about it, because this isn’t who I want to be, physically. I want to be stronger and leaner, and instead I’ve been stress-eating for the last, what, four months?
Yea. I can feel it.
The IUD is settling down; I can go jogging without getting some irritated pinching at the end of it. Yea, I admit, a lot of this backsliding physically has had to do with physical stuff. It makes sense that making a big change in your life (in my case, beginning a relationship after six years off) is going to have a big upheaval of an adjustment period. As we get more comfortable as a couple, I get more comfortable too (as does he – we’ve both let a lot slide while working on this relationship, and we’re just getting to the point where it looks like we can breathe comfortably without worrying that the other person will jump ship. Lots of strong feelings on both sides).
And it’s time to stop with the stress eating and drinking.
I’m on a long road, I have been for some time. The curse of knowing exactly who you want to be, exactly what you’re gunning for, is that when you’re not that person, you get pretty pissed off at yourself.
I don’t need to eat three bagels. I do need to get back to running my three miles, and I miss my boxing classes more than I can say. Money issues are getting smoothed out at month’s end as well. I have a terrible, terrible, way with money, and I’ve been using a credit card I’m technically not supposed to be using in order to go out for comfort-food lunches.
I need to concentrate on my other comforts.
Like, say, writing.
I’m down to 0 stories in the mail, and though the fantasy saga is currently sitting with an agent, I’ve gotta fucking get these other novels done so I can get a bunch of shit moving at once.
And I need to be stronger. I need to be smarter.
I realize it’s a long road, but I’ve gotta get off my ass every goddamn day in order to be the person I want to be.
It’s a fucking killer, because it hasn’t been a couple days, or a couple weeks, it’s been more or less four months, and in order to jolt myself out of the bullshit routine, I need to dramatically alter a bunch of shit at once….
You know, like giving up coffee.
That would certainly be something.
It would certainly be a start.
Do you know some Exec.Assistants make 65K a year?
Why the fuck didn’t I get *that* job?
Need to work on that shit.