more of the same
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floatingleafSo, that whole big 4% raise I just got?... it translates to about $25 per paycheck. A bi-weekly paycheck, that is. A freaking goldmine, that. *snort*
I don't know why I thought it was going to be a bit more. Oh well. Now I feel really bad for all the people who supposedly didn't even get as much. All this big talk about raises, and then... this. God have mercy. *an embarrassed cough*
Also, I am definitely gaining weight and it definitely has to stop. Before it ever gets to the point of shopping for bigger sizes again. I am NOT shopping for bigger sizes. I am getting myself under control, dammit. If only it wasn't so blistering HOT. My brain feels half-melted half of the time - how am I even supposed to be planning some ambitious diet modifications in this muggy, lethargic state of mind?... It takes a few hours of the air conditioner going full blast to bring the temperature in my room down to 30C/85F - which I currently consider relatively cool as compared to the kitchen & bathroom. *drapes herself over the back of the chair in a floppy swoon* Strangely enough, this has no negative impact on my appetite. It has, however, a very negative impact on my willingness to exercise.:/ So, perhaps, the results are to be expected. I have gotten lazy in my approach to grocery shopping as well, overlooking one "little, harmless indulgence" after another. This won't do. Like with money, I have to become stingy and calculating all over again.:/ For example, do I absolutely need to try those donuts/cupcakes that some birthday boy or girl brought to the office?... Hell no. It's not like the person will be offended if I don't. I don't even LIKE that shit anymore, for heaven's sake. It all tastes like pure sugar - or high fructose corn syrup, to be precise. *gags a little* Why don't I bring a bag of fucking carrot sticks instead?...
Anyway... this is the plan for Very Near Future. As soon as I finish off all the high-calorie food that I shouldn't have bought in the first place. Because, you know, food shouldn't be wasted. It's one of those uncompromising principles of my upbringing that I can't seem to shake. Namely, If It's Not Rotten Yet, You Shall Eat It (as opposed to throwing it out) - whatever it is. I find myself amazed at how adamantly I tend to stick to it now in my old age. *snort*
I don't know why I thought it was going to be a bit more. Oh well. Now I feel really bad for all the people who supposedly didn't even get as much. All this big talk about raises, and then... this. God have mercy. *an embarrassed cough*
Also, I am definitely gaining weight and it definitely has to stop. Before it ever gets to the point of shopping for bigger sizes again. I am NOT shopping for bigger sizes. I am getting myself under control, dammit. If only it wasn't so blistering HOT. My brain feels half-melted half of the time - how am I even supposed to be planning some ambitious diet modifications in this muggy, lethargic state of mind?... It takes a few hours of the air conditioner going full blast to bring the temperature in my room down to 30C/85F - which I currently consider relatively cool as compared to the kitchen & bathroom. *drapes herself over the back of the chair in a floppy swoon* Strangely enough, this has no negative impact on my appetite. It has, however, a very negative impact on my willingness to exercise.:/ So, perhaps, the results are to be expected. I have gotten lazy in my approach to grocery shopping as well, overlooking one "little, harmless indulgence" after another. This won't do. Like with money, I have to become stingy and calculating all over again.:/ For example, do I absolutely need to try those donuts/cupcakes that some birthday boy or girl brought to the office?... Hell no. It's not like the person will be offended if I don't. I don't even LIKE that shit anymore, for heaven's sake. It all tastes like pure sugar - or high fructose corn syrup, to be precise. *gags a little* Why don't I bring a bag of fucking carrot sticks instead?...
Anyway... this is the plan for Very Near Future. As soon as I finish off all the high-calorie food that I shouldn't have bought in the first place. Because, you know, food shouldn't be wasted. It's one of those uncompromising principles of my upbringing that I can't seem to shake. Namely, If It's Not Rotten Yet, You Shall Eat It (as opposed to throwing it out) - whatever it is. I find myself amazed at how adamantly I tend to stick to it now in my old age. *snort*
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:45 am (UTC)This is the moment I feel like running off with you to an unknown island in the Carribean, to possibly live off fresh ananas and naked swims.
what's alright for one stomach might not be alright for another.
I don´t care; I´ve technically signed in, no matter what´s on the plate.