eilonwy2017: (Jack sleeps)
Let's see... where was I? (I've bolded key phrases in case you want to skim. I know I'm too verbose.)

Oh yes, Thursday's Glasses Debacle, for starters. Remember how surprised I was at how quickly my glasses arrived? Well I did, indeed, rush over ot Mesa to pick up my glasses. Unfortunately, the helpful lady wasn't there, but I didn't really expect her to be (she had said she tends to work at a different branch.) So a guy who looks a bit like the son from Married with Children sits me down at the front desk. Directly in front of me there is a large sign assuring customers that every pair of glasses goes through 14 different quality checks. The sales-guy pulls out my glasses and tries them on me. As expected, they look crooked (because I have a crooked face. Bleh.) So he adjusts them and adjusts them some more. Then he adjusts them so that they're sooper tight and I'm trying to decide if I want him to unadjust them somewhat, as he's working on adjust my sunglasses, when I realize that the smudge on the left lens really isn't coming off. Sales-guy hands me a bottle of cleaner to use, which is nice, but hey, lookit that, it's not a smudge at all. No indeed, my glasses, despite the 14 quality checks, has a spider-web of lines through the left lens. Clearly this is a problem with the coating on them, and just as clearly this is going to require a new lens.

Le sigh. Still, several good things happened. First, there's enough time to get new ones because I went right when I got the phone call. (My glasses should be done aaaany day now, 'cause they were put at the top of the list, since they were flawed, and are being overnighted to the store.) Second, I really like the frames, even though they're rather plain. They've very similar in shape to the ones I have, but are slightly wider. This does mean a bit more curve to the lenses, which is a shame, but it's more flattering to my face. Also, my sunglasses are fine-- except for a strange tendency for shiny things to look a bit odd when the sun hits them. Car windshields (not from the inside of the car, thankfully) look as if I were looking at them through red/blue 3-d lenses. OH! And when I wear them, the driver's side window of my car, from the inside, has polka dots. It's *very* weird.

In other news, I have continued my almost-daily workouts. I only managed a half hour on Friday and Saturday, because I had scheduled stuff, but I did an hour today. It seems weird to me that if I do an hour on the elliptical or the cycle or the treadmill, that's 3 Weight Watchers Activity Points. But if I do a half hour on the elliptical AND a half hour on something else, that's 4 points (2 points each.) ... Sure.

Today I did the first 30minutes on the treadmill at a 4% incline and I tried to do a minute of jogging (at 5.0) every 3minutes (so 2 minutes walking, 1 minute jogging.) After I got a side sticker (and a flashback to being an unathletic child, thankyouverymuch), I toned it down to every 4minutes (3minutes walking, 1 minute jogging.) This worked only for another two cycles before I felt lightheaded and like I was going to vomit. It takes a lot of effort to jog this one-hundred-and-too-much pound frame, I guess. :( So I did the last 15 minutes at a 5% incline, walking at 4.0 (instead of the 3.7 I was doing earlier.) So, yeah, that kinda sucked.

The 30minutes on the elliptical, while a bit tough since I was already tired, did feel rather easy by comparison. I was using the elliptical with hand thingies, so could only adjust difficulty, not the, um, other, adjusty thingie... The "weight loss" program is 4minutes of level 8 and 4minutes of level 1. I bumped it up to level 2 instead.

So hey. Tomorrow I'll weigh myself. However, despite working out more this week than ever before in my life (and just as importantly, more regularly), I'm not sure if I'll have lost weight this week. I was dipping into my weekly points more this week than usual, and then on Thursday, Flurije gave me a piece of carrot cake. And while the points I assigned to it were based on guesswork, it was not a good idea. Despite pizza on Friday, food at Flurry's yesterday, and a cast party today, though, I think I behaved relatively well-ish the rest of the week. So we'll see.

This new exercise regime is now approximately 6weeks old. I don't feel different at all, other than guilty when I don't work out. And I do NOT have any extra energy. In fact, even though it's only 9:30, I fully intend t go to bed after I finish this (long) LJ entry and figure out what I'm teaching tomorrow. And that's after not getting up 'til 11 this morning. Pathetic.

Someday, a CPAP machine... maybe... (Speaking of which, did I mention that insurance turned me down again? I'm going to the doctor again on Tuesday to see if we can do something else about it. Not holding my breath, though.)

Oh yes, I mentioned that today I was at the cast party for the Second Shepherd's Play. The best part, frankly, was that I picked up A., who was the Angel in the play, and that meant I got to meet her cat, Ronan. I don't really approve, frankly, of going to breeders, especially backyard breeders, to get a pet, but Ronan, who is an American Shorthair, is really freakin' cute and sweet.

The "party" was at the annoying professor's house, and some of it was really awkward. Fortunately, they have a beagle named Rabbi Otto, and that helped immensely. (Pets are good for many things. Like distraction at awkward events.)

The topic of conversation came back to the Icelandic Volcano several times because the Other (not-annoying) Professor was supposed to travel to England on Tuesday, and because, of course, I'm supposed to go to England in less than 2 weeks. Eep. I'm quite nervous about the situation, frankly. I really wanna gooooo. I think we should all leave offerings to the god Vulcan so that the volcano quietens, at least 'til June.

In other news, my house is a DISASTER. I have MANY papers to grade. My vacuum is still broken. And I have so much I WANT to do (put the last touch on the newest ami, do my wee mini-project, photograph my spn_tarot card, etc.) but no time. :P And I got accidentally a little bit spoiled for the season finale of SPN, which is a bit annoying. I'm not a spoilerphobe, but for the second half of this season I haven't been actively seeking spoilers out, either, and have been enjoying show more because of it. (Someday I'll write about my opinion on spoilers, and on why I think season 5 has been better without spoilers, but not tonight.) No comment on said spoiler (for the sake of spoilerphobes, but I'm cranky about having been spoiled.
eilonwy2017: (Dean approves)
(so far.)

Today I did not get much work done. But what I did accomplish was important, too!

I talked with [livejournal.com profile] pyrite for almost two hours. (!!) I spoke with [livejournal.com profile] spade for almost an hour (prep for England! And squeeing about SPN, of course.) I texted with [livejournal.com profile] moobie lots (about FB, old acquaintances and books.)

Also, I worked out! An hour on the elliptical (30min on interval and 28min on weight loss since that's the only setting for that, and another 5 just whatevs.) During this I watched Cash Cab and read January's Smithsonian and this week's EW.

(Oh! Also! I lost 2pounds this week, even despite the traveling to PA and totally not counting WW points while there, and only working out the two truncated times (the first being when I killed the treadmill and the second when I only worked for 22minutes because I just so wasn't feeling it.) Yay!)

[Also, also, I paced while on the phone. I feel like that should totally count for activity points, but I shan't actually claim them. Heh. It's just what I do when I'm on the phone.]

ALSO! There was mail! I wasn't expecting mail today. Woo. I have received my Census (I thought they forgot me!) I also got a package from Pyrite (I haven't opened it yet) and a wee package I was expecting so I can make my card for [livejournal.com profile] spn_tarot. Heh heh. ::rubs hands together in glee::

Now I am going to go shower so that I am clean and not sweaty-gross-ew for tonight's SPN episode, which, alas, I am watching sans [livejournal.com profile] flurije because she is hosting teenaged WoW players at her house for their spring break (no, I don't know why).

Then I will spend time prepping for tomorrow and accomplishing a few small things that just Need to Get Done (you know the type). Then Project Runway and Models of the Runway (shut up), followed by Bedtime.

Sadly, this all means I did not get to reread the play I needed to reread for tomorrow afternoon. I might manage it between class and colloquium, though. Cross your fingers for me. :D
eilonwy2017: (Geoffrey Tennant Way Over My Head)
Cut for those Uninterested )

Exercise Endorphins: Still a myth.

blorgle.

Jun. 17th, 2009 02:16 pm
eilonwy2017: (Fuck Off Dean)
I have one thing to say about the current state of my health, and while it may make some people uncomfortable, I'm not going to put it behind an LJ-cut, so there.

HAVING MY PERIOD MAKES EVERYTHING SO MUCH WORSE.

I have never been someone who complained about her period. Okay, back in jr high when it was still new I'd complain about cramps and about the annoyance, but since then, and in general, nope. I deal with it and move on. But typically the first day hurts. AND MAKES ME EVEN MORE TIRED.

So today, I'm exhausted (as per usual.) I'm slightly dizzy, and my FREAKIN' UTERUS wants me to SUFFER. (Along with my entire lower back, which is doubly annoying because I don't normally get backpain with my cramps. Thanks body!) It's not that the cramps are excruciating, honestly. I know women who have much worse menstrual pain. But they're not fun and on top of how much CRAP I FEEL LIKE ON AN ORDINARY DAY. And how much more tired I feel with my period. YES, LET'S ADD PAIN TO THE MIX, SHALL WE? OH GOODIE.

I've been told that exercise helps. I think it's a load of horse manure (much like exercise induced endorphins are also a MYTH), and would prefer to lie on my couch and slowly expire. However, I have found the work-out clothes that I have spent a rather long while seeking today, and donned them. I have sorted laundry and will be taking it to the laundry room, and then continuing on to the work-out room. The elliptical is likely to either kill me or cure me, and I don't much care which right now. On the bright side, I have both an EW and Hamlet [redux] to read, although the latter may cause me to SPORK OUT MY EYEBALLS. (I haven't written about my dramaturg position, have I? I should do that sometime. Oh yes. Oh, "edgy" student directors. Oh dear.) So, exercise I shall.

BUT I DON'T HAVE TO LIKE IT.

Afterward, I will take a hot shower (I hope-- I don't always get water as hot as I want here). After both that and the completion of the laundry will commence the lying on the couch and slowly expiring. Alas, this latter must be temporary as I have promised my services to [livejournal.com profile] flurjie as she has begun moving and wishes me to help. And because I am a good friend (and would feel guilty saying to refuse) I have, of course, said yes.

I must also feed the gecko and go to the grocery store.
eilonwy2017: (Only in kenya!)
Wheee. Got up this morning to a text message from [livejournal.com profile] flurije asking if I could drive her friend to the airport as she (Flurije) had come down with a migraine. As a fellow migraine sufferer, I said yes, as long as her friend didn't mind that the timing meant I couldn't shower and still get her to said airport on time (ewww.) So that taken care of, I came back home and lazed at the computer a bit, answering comments, reading/reviewing more of Nevermore and posting 2 more chapters' worth, and playing not-quite-an-hour's worth of Puzzle Pirates. (I have decided not to subscribe to Puzzle Pirates, even though it's not too expensive. Instead, I save my pennies for Vancouver 2010. Woot.)

Eventually I tore myself away from the computer (and a conversation with H.) to change clothes and go work out on the Evil Elliptical. Turns out that if I'm reading a magazine I'm much less likely to get bored. It also turns out it takes me 31 minutes to read an issue of Entertainment Weekly cover-to-cover (well, more or less-- there are articles/sections I just skim, like the entire 'music' section, generally) while on the elliptical. So there's that. I could have ellipticalled (yeah, I verbed that noun) longer, but I was out of reading material. :) And for me, 31 minutes is pretty damn good.

Now I'm about to pop in the shower and change clothes again, for tonight I see Up with A. and Heather and Dan and Flurije. Woot. :D

ALSO! [livejournal.com profile] a_starfish wrote crackified comment!fic based on my review of Chapter Four of Nevermore and you should totally check it out here, for it totally made my day.

(Of note, I said I'd be posting 2 chapters a day, and that plan still stands. But thought you might like to know that the book has 18 chapters and an epilogue. You know, in case you're planning accordingly. Heh.)
eilonwy2017: (Me (by swisscheesed))
Also, I’m relatively resourceful.

Just worked out (that friggin’ elliptical will be the death of me, I swear. Did 22 minutes, which isn’t much, really, but I had bumped up the difficulty level AND realized that I’d gotten into a much faster stride than I wanted to when The Republic Tigers’ “Fight Song” came on, so I figure it’s equal (or better) than the 25 minutes I did yesterday. (I’d aimed for 30 today, but got so very thirsty and hadn’t brought any water with me. Also, I find working out to be REALLY FUCKING BORING, which means it’s difficult to sustain.)

ANYWAY, to get to the work-out room (or “state of the art fitness center” as the promotional material for my apartment complex laughingly calls it) you have enter the pool area. My apartment complex has two pools (because it used to be two apartment complexes, frankly.) One is by the main office, which is not the one I was at, and one is by the maintenance offices, which is where the fitness center is. To get to either area you have to use your “amenities key” to get through the gate (which is about 5 feet high, and made of slats that only go up and down. No footholds. This is relevant for later.) When I got there today (and yesterday, for that matter) the gate was ajar, which is technically a Bad Thing because the whole *point* of the fence/gate is to keep children out so that they don’t drown. (I suspect it’s true of most states, but I know it’s true of AZ that you are required by law to have a locked gate around your pool for this very reason.)

So I did my work out, which was more difficult today for all the reasons I said above and also because I’d just worked out yesterday and mainly because I wasn’t working on a thinky-thoughts meta in my head the way I was yesterday (nor on creating crochet techniques for Yarn!Chesters the way I was a few months ago when I was working out relgularly.)

When I went to leave, the gate was closed, presumably due to the family I’d seen come and use the pool and leave while I was working out. OKay, no biggee. I dig out my keys and slip the appropriate one into the lock and ... it doesn’t turn.

So I try every lock (for some reason there are 2 on each gate) and also my house key (just in case, ::shrug::) to no avail. I am trapped in the pool area.

Cranky, because it is (a relatively cool for AZ summer) 94 degrees out and I am dying for a drink of water (or iced tea, which is what I’m actually sipping currently) and a shower, I call up the apartment office (hurrah for cell phones) and explain the situation, regardless of how weird it sounds, and they agree to send a maintenance guy.

So I’m waiting. And really hoping it won’t turn out to be the guy who did the work on my apartment, because I just don’t think I can deal with him today. (I was hoping it would be the cute guy but alas, it turned out to be neither, eventually.) And then I think, the last time I was here and needed it, my key did work to get me *in*. So I reached through the slats and tried the key on the outside of the lock, and wouldn’t you know it, it worked.

Mind you, before I thought of that, I was eying up lawn chairs and wondering what I could move and/or stack to get myself over the fence. The garbage can was a good height, but it was concrete and so not actually movable. But the inner bit to it, the can itself, might have worked, if I pulled it out. The lounge chairs might have worked if I gathered enough, but I’d need a great deal of them, probably all of them. And the jump down would likely hurt because all along the edge of the fence is concrete side-walk, so I’d need to be careful on my landing, lest I break a bone.

Anyway, I called the main office back to tell them I didn’t need rescuing, but just then the maintenance guy showed up, as I was walking away. I explained the situation and he tested my keys (indeed, it works on one side and not the other-- just as I said!) and agreed that he needed to fix the lock. So, yay.

And now I am home, having rescued myself, and am about to hop in the shower. Ahh, the little things of life.

Later, I meet with a director to discuss being her dramaturg for a production of Hamlet. Then, probably drinks with A., and maybe with H. and her husband, too, at the local Irish pub. Woke up late, today, though, which means that the stuff I’d meant to do today will have to be done tomorrow instead. Grrr.

List of things to buy when I get my summer scholarship monies? Includes a new alarm clock. (Considered buying one last week when I was at Target, but was overwhelmed by the potential to get one, for only $40, that would also be an iPod dock. But I don’t listen to music in my bedroom. But I could. But I don’t spend time in there except to sleep (and dump laundry.) But I could wake up to my iPod! I dunno.) List also includes hair dryer, new jeans, sandals and potentially a wok to replace the one that went up in flames.

Le sigh. Anyway, now a shower, after which I will sit around with wet hair for a very long time.

(Which reminds me, I’m considering changing my hairstyle-- which is to say, y’know, getting a hairstyle. I’ll post some pictures, eventually, of what my hair currently looks like. But for those of you who know me (ie: know what I look like) any suggestions on what to do to keep my hair long but flatter my (not exactly attractive to begin with) face a bit more?)
eilonwy2017: (Some days)
..on this fine Monday afternoon.

Grumph. Woke up late-- again. Very late. Sigh. Guess I really will have to call the doctor-- tomorrow.

I'm about to go work out for the first time in months. Do.Not.Want. But sort of do, too. I mean, I don't want to actually be working out (ugh) but I think I'll feel better for having done it. Then I shall do so again on Wednesday (I don't think timing will work tomorrow), and again on Thursday and/or Friday, and hopefully I will get into a pattern as I tried to do a few months ago. (I fell out of said pattern when I went home to PA for a few days, and never got back on.)

Other exciting things I'll do today: pay rent, clean kitchen, do dishes, call grandparents, call parents, read Richard II. I am one exciting party girl. Non stop excitement in the Eilonwy Spackledust household, let me tell you.

I have SPN metas brewing, both about The Greater Good and one that's more of a rant about what Sam was up to all season 4. If either turn out well, I'll post them to heavy-meta. I'm hoping to be thinking about something other than SPN while working out, but hey, whatever gets me through the mind-numbing tedium of a work-out, eh?

(One of my friends posted some things that got me thinking about where I am, and whether I'm using fandom as sort of a substitute life. And I figure, if I'm going to substitute something for having a real life, it probably ought to be, oh, I dunno, my grad studies. :) I'm not leaving fandom, I'm not leaving SPN, I'm not not making Yarn!Chesters-- I'm just seeking balance. That's sort of my life's mantra ('cause I'm terrible at it) and I needed a reminder, I guess. That's not unusual with me-- I am obsessive about things, be they entertainment or whatever. (Last summer it was spinning.) And this is the time of year when I need the reminder (summer, when I don't have a fixed schedule.) It's good. And trust me, you couldn't (currently) pry me out of the SPN fandom with a crowbar.

Tomorrow I have lunch plans with Heather, then the Richard II discussion group. Afterward, potentially more season 1 SPN because [livejournal.com profile] flurije is leaving town for a bit starting Wednesday. My schedule is open starting Wednesday, but I'm going to try to focus more on my dissertation bibliography (balance!) and such. It'll be good. I can do this. :) (I can do this better if a doctor can cure my need for 12-14 hours of sleep per night... ugh. Dear Self: Call the friggin' doctor tomorrow. I know you don't want to, but do it anyway.)

So. There you go.

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