|So I says to myself...
||[Feb. 11th, 2008|06:55 pm]
..."self", I says, "we have to talk."|
See, I've been recognizing that I have to, once again, try to work really hard at creating reality. I might not have wanted the "opportunity" to live alone, working for a company that I don't especially like, in a situation where I have a hard time getting information that I need to do my job, but I have that opportunity, and nothing good is going to come from not doing my best at it.
So I figured I have to try to exercise tonight, even though I don't particularly want to. Exercise has to be a bit like having sex with a partner... sometimes, even though you're not going to enjoy it, you have to go through with it or you can end up losing something you want to keep. You just want to make sure you don't force yourself to go through the motions when you're going to hate yourself for doing so.
The thing is, I forgot how yesterday went.
Yesterday went like this:
Leave Pat's, with the cats in a carrier. Refuse the generous offer of cold stuffed pizza, because I really get disappointed when I can't have my pizza hot. Realize I can't make the drive in four hours straight, and stop at Subway. Get some food. Realize from the smell that I'd damned well better change the towel that's in the carrier, and recognize that both kitties needed the litter box after we'd packed it for the trip to Washington. Replace the towel with a clean one. *WASH MY HANDS VERY THOROUGHLY*. Eat sandwich from Subway. Later on realize that I probably have food poisoning.
Now, the "food" part of food poisoning reminds me of the part of my body that has had violence done upon it, said violence now subsided. It's the "poisoning" part that I kinda forgot about. Heavy exercise and poison are *not* a healthy combination. Yes, I know... you'd kinda think that "poison" and just about anything isn't a really healthy combination, but sometimes it seems we humanfolks have to learn these things by experimentation.
(D'ya like how I turn *my* mistake into something "we humanfolks" do? I could be a politician if I keep working at this!)
Ick. Oh well; if I decide I need a day off tomorrow, I have a perfect excuse.
(In case anyone is concerned, no, nothing serious, but before I left Oregon, I did four 10.5 minute intervals at 6mph, with 2-3 minutes of rest in between each interval. Today, I did something like 10, 7, and 5 minutes and am feeling stupid for having done that much.)
Takeaway lesson: trying to create reality *does not* excuse you from *paying attention* to reality.