Good crikey.
I have been laid out this week with the flu. Just gross. And awful. Fevers and chills and shakes and shivers and sweats. The good news is that all that's left is a miserable sore throat, hacking cough and runny nose.
I think the best way to get rid of these remnants is a week of intense heat, sun, and forced rest.
Antigua, here we come!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tragedy Strikes.
How much grief is appropriate when a computer dies?
My mac crashed last night. In fact, this is the third time in as many weeks that my computer has crashed; the difference this time being that none of the tricks I use to make it boot up after a crash are working. I'm pretty sure it's gone.
I hate the vast number of quandries this brings up. Do I replace it, even though I have no money? If I don't replace it, will the hubby and I kill each other trying to share his? Do I bother replacing all of my bookmarks and everything on the hubby's computer? What about my podcast downloads that I usually do on my itunes? Do we hook up a computer to the interweb that isn't currently connected to the interweb just so I can use it as my main itunes?
Ugh.
Most of the crucial stuff was backed up, either on my email or a memory stick, but there's all kinds of little things that make me sad. A bunch of pictures of my niece and vacations with the hubby, and some smaller writing projects that I had started. It's just such a pain in the ass!
Sigh.
We have four working computers in our apartment. It's ridiculous to bring home another one. And yet, it's one of those things that I don't really like to share. Short term, no problem. I just like to have my own choices of background and links and all those files that I've lost.... (*pathetic sob*)
I know that life will go on, but I'm just not there yet. Give me a few days. Or weeks. Or however long it takes me to kill my husband for absolute control of his computer....
My mac crashed last night. In fact, this is the third time in as many weeks that my computer has crashed; the difference this time being that none of the tricks I use to make it boot up after a crash are working. I'm pretty sure it's gone.
I hate the vast number of quandries this brings up. Do I replace it, even though I have no money? If I don't replace it, will the hubby and I kill each other trying to share his? Do I bother replacing all of my bookmarks and everything on the hubby's computer? What about my podcast downloads that I usually do on my itunes? Do we hook up a computer to the interweb that isn't currently connected to the interweb just so I can use it as my main itunes?
Ugh.
Most of the crucial stuff was backed up, either on my email or a memory stick, but there's all kinds of little things that make me sad. A bunch of pictures of my niece and vacations with the hubby, and some smaller writing projects that I had started. It's just such a pain in the ass!
Sigh.
We have four working computers in our apartment. It's ridiculous to bring home another one. And yet, it's one of those things that I don't really like to share. Short term, no problem. I just like to have my own choices of background and links and all those files that I've lost.... (*pathetic sob*)
I know that life will go on, but I'm just not there yet. Give me a few days. Or weeks. Or however long it takes me to kill my husband for absolute control of his computer....
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Fear and Loathing in Toronto
So I stepped on the dreaded scale last week for the first time in a LONG time, and had my fears confirmed. It was bad. It was second year university, eating nothing but honeycombs and chicken fingers for three months, bad. And the worst part was that I had made a promise to myself that it would never get that bad again, and I'd broken that promise to myself.
But one moves on. One sets goals. One gets back to the pool, and the gym, and the vegetables, and one steps away from all the holiday baked goods.
And I refuse to beat myself up over the whole thing. 2010 was a year with a lot of wonderful in it, but also a lot of stress and grief as well. That manifested in a lot of ways, and one of them was weight gain.
My goal is to do some kind of physical activity everyday until we leave for Antigua at the end of the month. My theory is, if I'm exercising, I won't want to fill myself with bad food. I'll want to keep the good going.
So, this afternoon is a swim. Tomorrow, maybe a class at the gym. Healthy meals. Fruits and veggies only after 8pm.
I can do this. I have done this. I will do this.
But one moves on. One sets goals. One gets back to the pool, and the gym, and the vegetables, and one steps away from all the holiday baked goods.
And I refuse to beat myself up over the whole thing. 2010 was a year with a lot of wonderful in it, but also a lot of stress and grief as well. That manifested in a lot of ways, and one of them was weight gain.
My goal is to do some kind of physical activity everyday until we leave for Antigua at the end of the month. My theory is, if I'm exercising, I won't want to fill myself with bad food. I'll want to keep the good going.
So, this afternoon is a swim. Tomorrow, maybe a class at the gym. Healthy meals. Fruits and veggies only after 8pm.
I can do this. I have done this. I will do this.
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