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Jul. 15th, 2010 11:57 pmSo, 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*
