I've been thinking about why people don't do things they know they should do to live healthier, happier lives. Of course when I say this, I am really saying I've been thinking about why I don't do things I know I should do to live a healthier, happier life.
Like taking care of my health.
I do the big things to manage my fibromyalgia - the doctor's visits and medications and supplements - but I haven't been doing the everyday things like eating healthy food, exercising, getting enough rest, meditating, using pacing techniques, setting priorities, and having some fun. Frankly, even thinking about adding any of those things to my day is exhausting. But here is the plan for my brave new world - I'm going to do them.
Shifting my perspective from thinking that I won't be able to do it and then making these changes will be one of the most difficult things I have ever tried to do. Vital to my well being and totally necessary but extremely difficult. So I'm going to blog about it for fun and to keep myself on track.
I'm starting with exercise.
I've always had good luck working out at home but I need to get out more so I stopped by a local health club today to see about membership. It's nice. It's close to home. The ladies' locker room smells really good. The people exercising seemed normal. When I asked about the cost of memberships, I got sticker shock. Yikes. It costs a lot to join a nice, close to home fitness center with good smelling locker rooms where normal people exercise.
Of course, a lot is actually less than one month's board for T so I guess it's relative. Balking at the cost is also a first sign of resistance since my company has a fitness allowance that will pay for most of the membership.
I got a free pass for a week that starts on Thursday. I'll be working on all my "why I can't exercise" excuses between now and then.
Tomorrow night I'm going to a networking event for women in HR. I have nothing to wear and many other excuses for why I can't go, but I'm going anyway. See. Brave new world.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Lottery Talk as a Measure of Employee Engagement
My coworkers spend a lot of time talking about winning the lottery. Often. Like every day.
I may not remember correctly because I'm perimenopausal and I have fibro-fog but I don't think that there was the same level of lottery talk at my other jobs.
I hadn't bought a lottery ticket in years until I started this job. Now I buy at least once a week. I may be projecting because I hate my job but I think there must be correlation between the level of lottery talk and employee engagement.
Has anybody done a study?
I may not remember correctly because I'm perimenopausal and I have fibro-fog but I don't think that there was the same level of lottery talk at my other jobs.
I hadn't bought a lottery ticket in years until I started this job. Now I buy at least once a week. I may be projecting because I hate my job but I think there must be correlation between the level of lottery talk and employee engagement.
Has anybody done a study?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Sneaking Back with a Big, Fat Whine-fest
I had some grand plans to relaunch my blog but since I haven't written anything in almost six months, it seems safer to sneak back and do a furtive post or two and see what happens.
I blame my job for my lack of creative energy. Working full time with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue is not easy. Working 50 to 60 hours a week at a job you don't like is not for any sane person. So here I am - an insane, exhausted lump of what used to be a human being.
There are a lot of reasons why my job isn't ideal but I'm saving that litany for another time. What matters is that my job isn't ideal. What scares me is that I have no idea what to do next.
I do know that I can't keep this up for much longer. I'm back in that horrible cycle where I drive to work, I work, I drive home from work, I eat, I sleep. That's literally it until I get to do it all again the next day. The other day I went to the library after work. It felt like a trip to Paris. I spend weekends on the couch trying to recover and gather energy for another work week. I've ridden six times in the last two months. What's worse, I haven't been able to concentrate enough to finish reading a book in even longer.
Plus I hate how whiny, bitter and miserable I've become.
At the beginning of the year, I chose three words as intentions for the new year: happy, healthy and connected. Living that way doesn't seem possible but not living that way will ruin me.
So I'm going to turn my life around. I'm not sure how I'll do that but it starts with a focus on my intentions. And maybe a new job.
Stay tuned. A post on my progress may be coming. In another six months.
I blame my job for my lack of creative energy. Working full time with fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue is not easy. Working 50 to 60 hours a week at a job you don't like is not for any sane person. So here I am - an insane, exhausted lump of what used to be a human being.
There are a lot of reasons why my job isn't ideal but I'm saving that litany for another time. What matters is that my job isn't ideal. What scares me is that I have no idea what to do next.
I do know that I can't keep this up for much longer. I'm back in that horrible cycle where I drive to work, I work, I drive home from work, I eat, I sleep. That's literally it until I get to do it all again the next day. The other day I went to the library after work. It felt like a trip to Paris. I spend weekends on the couch trying to recover and gather energy for another work week. I've ridden six times in the last two months. What's worse, I haven't been able to concentrate enough to finish reading a book in even longer.
Plus I hate how whiny, bitter and miserable I've become.
At the beginning of the year, I chose three words as intentions for the new year: happy, healthy and connected. Living that way doesn't seem possible but not living that way will ruin me.
So I'm going to turn my life around. I'm not sure how I'll do that but it starts with a focus on my intentions. And maybe a new job.
Stay tuned. A post on my progress may be coming. In another six months.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
How Did This Happen?
Last time I wrote it was April and I was complaining. Now it's already mid-June and I'm complaining again. Still.
My Kindle/iPhone/Sony Bravia 26" TV fund has been tapped yet again. This time because of a vet bill. T, the wonder horse, stepped on a huge nail which went in the bottom of his foot, though the wall of the foot, and out the back. And while it's incredibly lucky that there wasn't significant damage - the nail missed anything vital - it would have been much, much luckier if my horse didn't get a 5" spike through his foot. If you know what I mean.
I should explain that I'm not a horrible horse owner who lets her horse run around on ground strewn with nails except that it seems that I am. New drains were being installed at the boarding stable where T lives. Unfortunately, while the work crew was digging for the drains, they dug up some old nails that had been buried on the property long before it became home to T and his fellow equines. No one noticed the nails on the ground until one ended up in T's foot. The chance of this happening was incredibly remote. Except that happen it did.
The next time something this unlikely happens I hope it's that I have just won the lottery.
Work is still not good - thus the desire to win the lottery. However, I have passed the point of wanting to throw up every morning.
Ain't life grand?
My Kindle/iPhone/Sony Bravia 26" TV fund has been tapped yet again. This time because of a vet bill. T, the wonder horse, stepped on a huge nail which went in the bottom of his foot, though the wall of the foot, and out the back. And while it's incredibly lucky that there wasn't significant damage - the nail missed anything vital - it would have been much, much luckier if my horse didn't get a 5" spike through his foot. If you know what I mean.
I should explain that I'm not a horrible horse owner who lets her horse run around on ground strewn with nails except that it seems that I am. New drains were being installed at the boarding stable where T lives. Unfortunately, while the work crew was digging for the drains, they dug up some old nails that had been buried on the property long before it became home to T and his fellow equines. No one noticed the nails on the ground until one ended up in T's foot. The chance of this happening was incredibly remote. Except that happen it did.
The next time something this unlikely happens I hope it's that I have just won the lottery.
Work is still not good - thus the desire to win the lottery. However, I have passed the point of wanting to throw up every morning.
Ain't life grand?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Rats! Encore
When I was in the process of buying my condo in 2007, the home inspection guy told me I would have to replace the water heater soon as it was past its normal life cycle. I took soon to mean sometime in the next twenty years or so.
I got a visit from my downstairs neighbor on Sunday night. He told me three water heaters have failed in my complex over the last month. As my condo is on top of his, he wanted to make sure that I knew. He feels strongly that he does not want water flowing from my condo into his should my water heater fail. I feel strongly that I do not want to have to pay for his repairs should my water heater fail.
The iPhone/Kindle/26" Sony Bravia TV fund is now depleted. My new water heater will be installed on Monday.
Why did I think it was a good idea to buy instead of rent?
I got a visit from my downstairs neighbor on Sunday night. He told me three water heaters have failed in my complex over the last month. As my condo is on top of his, he wanted to make sure that I knew. He feels strongly that he does not want water flowing from my condo into his should my water heater fail. I feel strongly that I do not want to have to pay for his repairs should my water heater fail.
The iPhone/Kindle/26" Sony Bravia TV fund is now depleted. My new water heater will be installed on Monday.
Why did I think it was a good idea to buy instead of rent?
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