Zack & Cruz

Since our weekend visit to Brownwood, Cruz has been eating out of his weekend feeder.  He usually just has a bowl and we fill it in the mornings, but with the time release feeder, we can go without adding food for a week, sometimes a week and a half.  

Cruz, however, isn’t used to always having food when he goes upstairs.  When he came inside this morning, he jumped on the couch and loved on Zack for a while, then went over to the stairs and said, “meow,” or translated, “hey doods, I’d like some breakfast if you don’t mind.”  (He’s a hip, yet polite cat.) And even though he already had food, Zack went upstairs to show him to his food bowl.  

And that’s why I love Zack.  Because Zack and Cruz are BFF, and because he’s the kind of man that feels like it is important to show the cat that we still love him, too–even if we did happen to get a dog that is wrecking his life. 

On Still Working Out

Forgive me Internet, for I have sinned. It has been three days since my last work out.

For the last two weeks, I have been easily distracted. I haven’t gotten up to work out every morning. I have slept in, hit the snooze, made excuses and I have forsaken working out for television watching. I am truly ashamed.

My original goal was to get up to a daily work out routine of 60 minutes. I know that 60 minutes is a lot of time to spend in a given day doing exercise, but that’s what the government’s health experts recommend to prevent the gradual weight gain that comes with age, and so that’s what I was shooting for. Starting out, I could run/walk for about fifteen seconds before I was looking for a hot tub and a lime spritzer. I have worked up to currently being able to run about 1.5 miles of a 2 mile loop. I had improved my time from 10 minutes of running to 20 minutes of running! (At least I had last week, before all the Chick-Fil-A and Gossip Girl.) That’s PROGRESS! And when I first started my calisthenics routine, I really felt like I was going to vomit. That first day, when I got done with my fourth round of husband-prescribed ab-toners, I laid in my bed thinking, “This is never going to be easy. This is going to suck forever.” A month later, I had cut the amount of time that it took to do that work out routine in half, and I started adding to it. That’s ALSO progress. I had almost worked up to my 60 minutes-a-day goal, and I was so damn excited about it.

But then I looked in the mirror, and I didn’t see progress. Something about getting up every day to work out (even when you can tell that you’re getting healthier/stronger) is really difficult if you can’t also see that your stomach is getting flatter, or your spare tire is deflating. It shouldn’t all be about my abs, though. It’s about reducing the risk of Heart Disease, and about not getting Diabetes, and it’s about being able to get outside and play without feeling exhausted after three minutes. And even though I know that the only way to get stronger/healthier/toner is to WORK AT IT, knowledge doesn’t make it easier. I don’t know what is ever going to make this easier.

I know that at some point, getting up to work out every single day will become a habit. I hear, (though I have a hard time believing) that at some point I will really enjoy running. But in addition to not seeing any physical progress, working out is really hard for me because it’s not for a season. I’m aiming for healthy life changes. That means that FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, I will not be able to drink and many Cokes as I want. And FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, I’m going to be working/pushing my body on a daily basis. And FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, I’m going to feel a measure of guilt when I suck down a whole serving of Chick-Fil-A nuggets and fries. When I think about those kinds of changes, they feel so overwhelming–like maybe I could do them for a week or for a month, but FOREVER???

I guess I’m going to have to scale “forever” down a bit to something like, “a week.” Maybe once I have “a week” and I get four “a week”’s in a row, then it will turn into forever before I realize what’s happening. We’ll see. This is all really big talk for a girl who just hoovered an entire package of Now-and-Laters.

Well Deserved Laziness

Totally grabbing chick-fil-a for dinner tonight, and I FEEL NO TRANSFAT SHAME. Just cause I rocked that Nutrition final doesn’t mean I have to LIVE BY IT.

End of the Semester Update

I am a professional at cramming-during-the-commercials. BRING IT ON, FINAL. I GOT YOU.

In other news, I was really quite sure that I had an umbrella in the trunk of the Jetta. I was so sure, in fact, that I left our secondary, back-up umbrella hanging in the house as I ran to my car amidst the POURING TORRENTIAL RAIN this morning. And as I monkeyed all over my car this morning, attempting to get into the trunk via the backseat, I discovered that, no. I do not have an umbrella in the car. I did have two water-filled shoes and soaking wet clothes by the time I got to the office, though. Awesome.

A Post Wherein Sarahthe WahWahs About School

Yesterday, in a very exhausted, pre-menstrual type moment, I cried into my pillow because I will OBVIOUSLY never again have the time to ever watch a movie.

I am almost done with this Nutrition class, and once I’m done I jump straight into US History 1, then into Stats and Life Cycle Development, then to AP2, then to Micro Biology and Chemistry and so on and ON and ON.  I curled up on my bed and cried because I have Elizabeth the Golden Age at my house and all I want to do is watch it, and instead I have to DO THINGS that are GOOD FOR MY FUTURE like STUDY, and what I really want to do is EAT CHIPS and HAVE MARGARITAS on the COUCH with CATE BLANCHETT!  Is that so hard?  Apparently so, when you schedule your life out to the -nth degree so as to allow for all of the full-time work and full-time schooling that I’m going to be doing this summer.  All summer.  All of the fun summer wherein all the other people that I know (fun people!) will be out! doing fun things! in places that are FUN! Without me.

So that you can weigh all the above whining with a grain of salt: I also cried because I don’t like my hair, clearly I’m ugly, I didn’t hang up that laundry like I meant to all weekend, and I don’t make enough adventerous things for dinners.  So, obviously, I was really tired and emotional, and not exactly being rational.  Also, you should remember that I HAVE DONE THIS TO MYSELF.  I, actually, should remember that.  I was gently reminded, though, that as a result of all my tiredness and scheduling and all my not watching Elizabeth the Golden Age, I am this many steps closer to accomplishing a very important, very worth while goal. 

It is so hard to remember that though, when it’s Cinco de Mayo, and all I want to do tonight is double fist margaritas while wearing culturally stereotypical clothing.  Ole?