In the Kingdom of Kelly-dom, I’ve instituted a new policy while at work. It’s called taking it easy.

I’ve stopped (or at least tried to) cleaning up all the other messes in the lab that aren’t my responsibility. Even if I eventually have to take care of the problem, I’m now waiting until someone ASKS for help. No more being proactive about EVERYTHING.

I’ve also started taking 30 minutes for lunch as well as 2 – 15 minute breaks during the day. Rather than working for 8.5 hours straight, forgetting about lunch and wondering why my stomach hurts, I am now setting myself a schedule in which I stop every two hours and go outside (even when it’s 111F) and have a sit down with my book, a soda and a snack. This morning I had frosted shredded wheats and a Coke Cherry Zero on the steps outside while reading Dean Koontz.

Hopefully these two steps will help me being to stop dreading work quite so damn much. I may have to take other steps as well but this is a start!

Guess what?

We’re going to adopt Wylie!

Want want want want.

I’m supposed to call someone today who is interested in my foster dog.

And I don’t want to.
I have only had him for two days and I want him. Dammit.

So – what to do? Joshua hasn’t even met him. Shit, shit, shit. Do I want him just because I’m selfish and he’s cute? Or do I want him because he actually belongs in our little pack?

Breakfast: 2 egg omelet with mushrooms, spinach, feta and peppered turkey breast, served with bing cherries and french bread. And G2 gatorade from bootcamp.

Snack: 650mL sun tea (made in 30 min or less, I love AZ sunshine!) with two packets of True Lime and two packets of Splenda.

Lunch: Homemade chicken marsala (needs more mushrooms though), butternut squash with cinnamon butter, broccoli slaw with LF honey dijon dressing, raw veggies (mushrooms, carrots and orange pepper) with LF ranch dip. Bottle of water.

Snack: Krispy Kreme donut (yeah, like you could resist this either) and a Curves bar. Bottle of water.

Dinner: I haven’t had it yet, but I’m planning to have my feta and bacon stuffed chicken breast (new recipe that is GOOOOOD), french bread, raw veggies and either oriental veggies or peas from the freezer.

The weather must be cooling off because I feel like cooking more often!

Had my vacation. I love the White Mountains.

Took some pictures while on the 7.5 mile hike that became the 11 mile hike from hell…

Got a really nasty sunburn. I got burnt on Saturday. This is Monday evening. The burn is still maroon in places and hasn’t blistered or peeled yet.  Tomorrow going back to work is going to ROCK since the one time I put a bra on yesterday I nearly cried…is it appropriate to go to work without a bra?

Some pictures — I put them all up on Facebook and if I’m motivated, I may try to stick some up on flickr….

So over the past two weeks, I’ve fallen of some of the wagons that I’m normally on – the exercise bandwagon, the writing down everything I eat bandwagon, the sweeping the house bandwagon, the mowing the lawn bandwagon, the not drinking soda bandwagon and the not eating fast food bandwagon.

I was doing okay on basically all of these fronts until last week when every instrument in the lab that I’m responsible for broke. Okay, that’s a slight hyperbole but really, that’s what it felt like. I thought that I had finally beaten the emotional connection between bad day and bad food – but apparently I hadn’t had enough stress to test that full disconnect. So last week was bad – and I ate badly but still managed to at least complete the final week of bootcamp (with half-marathon training going by the wayside) and do my final mile in my best time yet – 8:30seconds. I’ll take that.

This week? I just can’t seem to get fully back on track. My eating is still not being written down and since this is an off week for bootcamp, I’m still not exercising (aside from finally mowing the lawn and doing dog park stuff). I have avoided fast food thus far this week but did go out on our service engineer’s dollar yesterday. The soda…though…wow. Soda. I LOVE soda. Sugar is seriously a drug. Whatever else is in soda, caffeine, bubbles and all that jazz, they are NOTHING compared to the first hit of sugar to my veins. I cannot even explain the sheer pleasure of sugar buzzing all along my bones. So, when I re-quit soda next week (post mountain vacation), I don’t even want to think about the sheerly sucky pain that’s coming my way. Oh well. I will enjoy it while it lasts and next Tuesday you will all get to see my complaints and generalized bitchiness. At least bootcamp will be re-started and that will get my hiney to the gym.

I know that a week or two is not the end of my healthy diet/exercise plan. I do. But I do know that getting back on the horse after a nasty tumble is important. I’m trying in small steps.