Day 65: Turn that frown upside down! Impale a bunny on a stick! Whatever makes YOU happy, baybee!

In case you're wondering, I wouldn't really impale a bunny on a stick.  I love bunnies.  Even though they are not-so-secretly plotting to take over the world and make us all their bunny slaves.

Hello to new follower Laura!  Welcome!  I will be checking out your blog shortly, as soon as I get over my impulses to do things such as impale bunnies on sticks.  Or my boss.  Interchangeable there, really.

I've decided I will be in a good mood today.  I have to constantly remind myself, and it's only 9:30 in the morning, but it should be worth it.  I have a quote by Cynthia Nixon on my office wall.  It says "Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy."  I don't know who Cynthia Nixon is, but I like her thinking. 

I didn't make it to the gym this morning.  I know, big surprise.  I had a really crappy night, sleep-wise.  First, I was so tired I couldn't sleep.  Then I was cold and could not get warm.  Normally under those circumstances I would have taken something to help me sleep, but I didn't last night because of the "only use Ambien when you can devote a full eight hours to sleep" and they're not kidding.  Tylenol PM or Advil PM, of course, will leave you feeling like you're a drunken sailor on a three day pass, so that was out.  I finally fell asleep, then Cute But Stupid dog woke me up at least three times to go outside ("I have to pee, Mom.  I'll just sit here and breathe heavily like an obscene phone caller until you let me out.").   In between all of that, I had these weird dreams, including ones with skittery things coming out of nowhere where you wake up feeling like you've seen something maybe you shouldn't know exists.  I do remember having a conversion with someone in my dream about how the university offered a degree in "Setter studies" and I thought that was amusing when I woke up. 

The last time CBS got me up was about 4:20 a.m.  The alarm starts going off at 5:00 a.m. for the gym.  I didn't even get to fall back asleep before then, and decided I was the wrong kind of sore and tired to run.  I realized later, as I was trying to drag myself out of bed to go to work (I am so going to bed super-early tonight), that I should have planned to skip today's run from the start.  I only ran about 15 miles last week, so doubling that for this week wouldn't be such a good idea.  I'm thinking maybe I'll do the medium run tomorrow, take Thursday off, then do the short run on Friday, saving the rest for the Sunday long run.   Now I don't have to feel guilty about this morning!

I'm back!  Not that you noticed; you're reading this in an unbroken stream of consciousness.  But my day got a little bit crazy and now I have two seconds to take a breather and finish this.  You'll be happy to know I haven't impaled anyone on a stick.  Yet.

You may recall I posted a short time or so ago that I was focusing solely on marathon training and not weight loss.  I find it amusing that I tend to forget that lately.  It's usually on a Monday morning, when I'm catching up on all the weight loss blogs to which I subscribe.  I get all gung ho to clean up my diet, manage my calories, yadda yadda yadda.  Then I realize that I forgot that for now, I can EAT.  Although I did not forget last night when I went grocery shopping, hungry.  Very, very hungry.  And I bought all kinds of interesting stuff.  Let's just say fish sticks are involved.  And tartar sauce. 

Anyhow, I've been thinking about making June 1 or July 1 my target weight loss back-on-track date.  June 1 has much better symmetry, particularly since the marathon is May 2, but we have a huge work deadline on July 1 and I'm anticipating all will go crazy in the head for that.  Makes it hard to be a responsible eater when you can't even breathe.  But I'll worry about all of this later.  For now, I can eat.  I even bought my first -- and maybe only -- Cadbury caramel eggs last night.  I bought more than one, less than five.  If they last through Easter, that will be all I'll have.  I remember when I used to eat 50 or so during the Easter season.  I also weighed less during those times.  Go figure!

Break time is over.  Hope your day is stick-free too!

Cheers,
the CilleyGirl