![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
This time it's my own fault
Sep. 29th, 2010 05:20 am...that I only got 5 hrs sleep. Knowing this doesn't make it much better, but at least I don't need to worry about possible reasons. I had an espresso yesterday around 3 p.m., and that was definitely too late. Went to bed at 10.45, woke up at 3.45. Like clockwork, an aspect that somehow fails to cheer me up. Anyway, I don't have plans for tonight, and if I'm too tired I'll just give the Chinese National Day reception a miss.
There'll be gym after work, though, and that usually gets me up and running again, so let's see. If I feel reception-y, I'll do as I did last Friday, i.e.tell Blerim to take boss to reception first and then come to pick me up. That gives me just the bit of additional time for showering and changing I need in order not to feel stressed.
Not looking forward to tomorrow. Usually the days I'm dreading turn out to be much nicer than anticipated, but right now it's the kind of day I glare at, so as to make it pass more quickly. Well, there'll be something nice, too, because I'll be giving a lunch for my new Greek counterpart, but then we'll have this movie screening -- that's the cultural project I'd forgotten about -- and in the evening I'll be going to a concert. Erm, well, now I'm reading what I've just written it occurs to me that some people might think of tomorrow as not dreadful at all. You're of course right; it's just the lack of me-time and the fact that I'll have to be out and about from 7.15 a.m. to 10 p.m. that makes it a very undesirable day. Plus no sports. Of course I know rationally that the occasional no-sports day is a good thing, but... Oh well, it'll pass.
I hope I'll be in as good a shape on the 9th, i.e. the day of the Tournament of Doom, as I was yesterday. Three hours of tennis, and I wasn't even feeling tired. 80% of badass serves returned, and I won one game against Valentina, meaning I really *won* it fair and square by managing decent serves and a few well-placed shots. Thing is, I might be getting my period on the 8th, which would make the 9th a bit awkward but not necessarily a bad day, or on the 11th or 12th, which would make the 9th a day of PMS and fatigue. Bloody hormones. Nothing I can do about it, though, except try and persuade my body to put it off until the 15th.
It's 5 a.m. now, and I'm on my second mug of tea. Must. Not. Have. Espresso after lunch today. Must. NOT.
I told Klaus about my crazy idea to take a whole week off work and climb the Vodno every day -- a great way to lose weight and build muscle. Instead of giving me a meaningful look of pity mixed with tolerance, he said, "That's a great idea! You could go up twice a day!" He was being entirely serious, BTW. Not that it surprised me greatly, because he used to be in the ballet, and you can imagine the amount of exercising *they* do. Who knows, maybe I'll do it (not the twice-a-day version, though). Not in the autumn, because the weather is unlikely to remain stable for an entire week, but it would be a great project for May. I might do the softcore version, though, and take three days off around the middle of October, and play tennis twice every day plus go to the gym. The thought has a kind of sinister glow to it. Part of it probably owes to the fact that losing another size would mean new clothes...
Did I mention that my belly is approaching acceptable (in my admittedly skewed and overcritical view) dimensions? It's the one part of my body I kept having difficulties getting back into shape after losing such a lot of weight, exercise notwithstanding. It's also the place where any even minimal increase of weight shows first, and the place that clings to the last bits of fat with incredible determination. It seems, however, that the amounts of exercise I've been putting in since coming back from the holidays (and also during the holidays) finally pays off, and the emergency fat deposit is being reluctantly emptied. About bloody time.
In feline news, ze boyz were having a lovely time during Klaus's visit. I wasn't really surprised that they remembered him, having seen a lot of him while still in Vienna. So they behaved very affectionately and got a lot of extra cuddles. Not to mention that the Mother Goddess was home a lot, which is something ze boyz like.
OK, that's it folks.
Will read f-list now, and leave deep, meaningful comments.
Have a good day, everybody!
There'll be gym after work, though, and that usually gets me up and running again, so let's see. If I feel reception-y, I'll do as I did last Friday, i.e.tell Blerim to take boss to reception first and then come to pick me up. That gives me just the bit of additional time for showering and changing I need in order not to feel stressed.
Not looking forward to tomorrow. Usually the days I'm dreading turn out to be much nicer than anticipated, but right now it's the kind of day I glare at, so as to make it pass more quickly. Well, there'll be something nice, too, because I'll be giving a lunch for my new Greek counterpart, but then we'll have this movie screening -- that's the cultural project I'd forgotten about -- and in the evening I'll be going to a concert. Erm, well, now I'm reading what I've just written it occurs to me that some people might think of tomorrow as not dreadful at all. You're of course right; it's just the lack of me-time and the fact that I'll have to be out and about from 7.15 a.m. to 10 p.m. that makes it a very undesirable day. Plus no sports. Of course I know rationally that the occasional no-sports day is a good thing, but... Oh well, it'll pass.
I hope I'll be in as good a shape on the 9th, i.e. the day of the Tournament of Doom, as I was yesterday. Three hours of tennis, and I wasn't even feeling tired. 80% of badass serves returned, and I won one game against Valentina, meaning I really *won* it fair and square by managing decent serves and a few well-placed shots. Thing is, I might be getting my period on the 8th, which would make the 9th a bit awkward but not necessarily a bad day, or on the 11th or 12th, which would make the 9th a day of PMS and fatigue. Bloody hormones. Nothing I can do about it, though, except try and persuade my body to put it off until the 15th.
It's 5 a.m. now, and I'm on my second mug of tea. Must. Not. Have. Espresso after lunch today. Must. NOT.
I told Klaus about my crazy idea to take a whole week off work and climb the Vodno every day -- a great way to lose weight and build muscle. Instead of giving me a meaningful look of pity mixed with tolerance, he said, "That's a great idea! You could go up twice a day!" He was being entirely serious, BTW. Not that it surprised me greatly, because he used to be in the ballet, and you can imagine the amount of exercising *they* do. Who knows, maybe I'll do it (not the twice-a-day version, though). Not in the autumn, because the weather is unlikely to remain stable for an entire week, but it would be a great project for May. I might do the softcore version, though, and take three days off around the middle of October, and play tennis twice every day plus go to the gym. The thought has a kind of sinister glow to it. Part of it probably owes to the fact that losing another size would mean new clothes...
Did I mention that my belly is approaching acceptable (in my admittedly skewed and overcritical view) dimensions? It's the one part of my body I kept having difficulties getting back into shape after losing such a lot of weight, exercise notwithstanding. It's also the place where any even minimal increase of weight shows first, and the place that clings to the last bits of fat with incredible determination. It seems, however, that the amounts of exercise I've been putting in since coming back from the holidays (and also during the holidays) finally pays off, and the emergency fat deposit is being reluctantly emptied. About bloody time.
In feline news, ze boyz were having a lovely time during Klaus's visit. I wasn't really surprised that they remembered him, having seen a lot of him while still in Vienna. So they behaved very affectionately and got a lot of extra cuddles. Not to mention that the Mother Goddess was home a lot, which is something ze boyz like.
OK, that's it folks.
Will read f-list now, and leave deep, meaningful comments.
Have a good day, everybody!
