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breaking even. barely.

(Earlier version.)

Ways my life is completely unfabulous right now:

  1. Each Sunday, I get up before noon, subway to the Upper West Side, step on a scale, and pay for it.
  2. I had to say no to margaritas last week because, frankly, those points would replace breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There was a time that would have been part of their appeal.
  3. I have to work a week from Sunday. Sunday is on a WEEKEND. I wonder if they are aware of this.
  4. I’m actually concerned about missing my meeting that week.
  5. I haven’t had a pedicure all summer.
  6. I haven’t been to the beach yet either.
  7. I haven’t gotten a single callback on a resume.
  8. I just told one place I know Dreamweaver. I don’t know Dreamweaver. I’m officially a lying-sack-of-job-hunting-hopelessness.
  9. Last week I cried twice over my job. Once, so long, the only thing that stopped me was hearing that second mouse in the next room.
  10. Oh, yeah. We found a second mouse. We officially have mice, in the plural form.


Ways I feel completely fierce, nonetheless:

  1. Good Sweet Lord, is that the sun streaming through my window?
  2. I’ve lost 9.4 pounds in three weeks.
  3. I can drink a LOT of wine for the “price” of one big-ass margarita.
  4. I go on vacation a week from Monday.
  5. For a week. With my boyfriend. Who removes the mice from our apartment, and is therefore my hero.
  6. I’ve set up a photo/moblog to keep ya’ll entertained in my absence.
  7. I’m actually trying to budget myself. This is new and different.
  8. I’ve sent out seven more resumes today. Someday, someone is going to see how great I am.
  9. Every Sunday night I ask my boyfriend if I can quit my job. Yesterday he said yes. And while I am not going to do it until I have another – that would just be wrong on so many levels – I am still one lucky, lucky girl.
  10. Things are going to get better, even if I have to beat them soundly about the head and shoulders and force them to.

comments (11)

I love that I too am with someone whom I can ask "Can I please not go into work, EVER again!?" safely knowing he'll say yes. And he's with someone whom he can say "Yes" to and know I won't, but will appreciate the sentament non the less.

Congrats that you are too!

1 | Shawn | August 23, 2004 04:13 PM

Nine pounds in three weeks? You go girl! My soon to be sister-in-law has lost 50 pounds with Weight Watchers. It works. Think how awful it would be to pay them every Sunday if it didn't.

2 | Kenna | August 23, 2004 04:21 PM

You know a Mani/Pedi is $15 at the ghetto nail salon. please feel free to stop by

3 | jocelyn | August 23, 2004 06:35 PM

"There was a time that would have been part of their appeal." HAR. I'm going to steal that. You can't stop me. Eat it.

No wait, I'm not on a diet. But when I am, I'm going to steal it.

4 | Greg | August 23, 2004 08:33 PM

".... Things are going to get better, even if I have to beat them soundly about the head and shoulders and force them to."

Today (OK lately) I needed to read just that. Channeling my inner fierceness now...

5 | miss kat | August 23, 2004 08:51 PM

Kind woman, as for Number 10, the term is "Meces".

For a box of kibble
and some sand in which to crap
I would rid you of those meces
far better than a trap.

6 | Jinx the Cat | August 23, 2004 10:35 PM

You is wicked fierce, girlfriend. And you have found and appreciate your hero. Sing songs of yourself, and vacate those evil thoughts while you're on vacation. See you in two Sundays.

7 | Esther | August 24, 2004 01:29 AM

If it helps, I know Dreamweaver and have a few good books on the matter.

On a more practical note - don't be so hard on yourself, just look at your hit counter :)

8 | michael | August 24, 2004 10:15 AM

I'd say on that scale, the good far outweighs the bad. Horribly implied pun intended...

9 | Jennifer | August 24, 2004 12:36 PM

margaritas are bad for you??? you gotta be kidding me!!!! that's why i have worked out 3 hours a day and haven't lost even 20 grams this summer. every night as i mix one up, i tell myself that they have some kind of mysterious healing power that no one but me knows about. i know, you go to weight watchers and i have a seat reserved next door - at the aa meetings.

10 | ags | August 25, 2004 05:39 PM

Not to steal the line from a previous commenter, but 9lbs in three weeks? You go girl! Now, don't get disheartened if you plateau at any point, mkay? It happens to the best of us. I've lost 37lbs so far (ugh) and I've plateau'd at least three times. It happens, and it's always possible to get past it.

Job stuff = shit. Good luck with that though. :|

11 | Natali | August 29, 2004 06:42 PM

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