Whatever I had last week, it didn't last too long and for that I am grateful. I can only claim Seasonal Affective Disorder as the culprit; when the weather warmed back up I felt as good as new.
As promised, though, I did paint my fingernails bitch red. Tried and true, it worked to pick up my mood. The hot bath and dancing around to Justin Timberlake in my living room surely didn’t hurt, and I even stayed in that elevated state for most of the evening.
This week has the bones to be promising. I am putting my irons into the fire, so to speak, starting some new projects that my lead to the eventual return of my mythical sparkle. I won’t say much about what exactly because I don’t want to jinx any of that moving forward positivity. In the interest of not being too cryptic I will say that it has to do with writing and it’s not just on this blog. Let’s just say my word count is going to go UP.
Then there is the whole “losing weight” thing I mentioned. Husband and I’s conflicting schedules (and lack of disposable income after our New Years Eve spending spree) have kept us from starting up a new sport we can do together. We are leaning towards squash or racquetball or are they even different? I’m not sure. Whatever the case this leaves me NOT exercising which means also that I am NOT losing weight. I am trimming down our eating habits to be healthier, low carb and low sodium meals, but it’s that whole moving thing that needs to happen in order to drop the pounds. Or so I have been told.
So today on the ride in I decided that I would start taking the stairs every day. I work on the top floor of a four story building and I take the elevator to go up it. Mostly I blame the fact that I wear high heels to work, and while this does make stairs slightly more precarious they are not impossible. I did it Paris, didn’t I? Suck it up! I said to myself, and climbed up four flights of stairs this morning.
And I nearly died. I realized that “every day” might be a tad optimistic for me at the moment, and have since changed my resolve to “take the stairs every OTHER day.” A girls gotta stay real, you know? Or else there will be many many many days of red fingernails in the future.