ShrinkingTardie.com

Where does the time go? 

I hate times like this when everything seems to be due at exactly the same time.  I don’t mind a certain level of pressure but this is insane.

Today I have to present with my other team member (no plural) to an academic panel.  We found out yesterday that the 3rd person in our team has dropped out of honours.  I got really pissy.  Then I thought about it and decided at least she left now and not the week we started data collection.

I now have a thesis as well – a real life research question which is nice.  I feel more centred about that and feel that I can get on with doing something about it.

I have an essay due this Friday which is partially started.  The plan is to get stuck into it after the presentation is over with today.

I have a statistics assignment to pick up and I’m petrified. 

I have a sick husband at home.  Sick enough to have to go to the doctor yesterday and he’s home for the whole week.

I have no time or energy for exercise even though I know that’s exactly what I need but I can’t physically and mentally get myself to do it. 

The good news is that as of Friday afternoon most of these things will be over – finished – and I will have a few blissful weeks of doing nothing but writing up the intro of my thesis.  Oh, and exercising.

Food has been going well and water is improving.  I tend to get my head buried in books/journal articles and forget that I have to drink water!

So there ya have it – life’s busy…but I’m coping.

Tardie

I’ve been so busy with uni that I’ve completely neglected to do anything!  I’ve not updated weigh ins or workouts or anything.  Sorry!  I’ve been going along ok with it all but I’m going through another of those crazy busy moments at uni.  I now have a presentation to do on Tuesday and an essay to write before next Friday.  Excellent – NOT.

But anyway, this random post isn’t about me whinging about how busy I am or uni or anything.  It’s about one of my favourite topics – comfort zones.  Or more correctly, getting out of them.

Here’s a confession.  Since my 18th birthday I have NEVER got dressed up in a costume for anything.  Any time somebody has invited me to a fancy dress party I’ve politely declined – ok, so I’ve come up with an excuse but regardless, end result was I didn’t go.

Hubby’s work has an annual staff dinner in July.  Last year I dressed up in the outfit that I wore to super psych’s wedding.  It was nice, actually quite fun.

Anyway, this year, it’s a fancy dress dinner.  OMG says Tardie.  Fancy Dress????  Not bloody likely.

Then I stopped and had a think about this.  I’m not at goal – nowhere near it in reality.  But I do look a whole heap better than say 2 years ago.  You know what, it could actually be fun!  Yep – fun.  Fancy that.  Getting dressed up in a costume and letting my hair down could be fun.  Who woulda thought.

I sat down and thought about some “I can” statements. 

I can climb bridges – I did that.

I can go in a fun run/walk.  Chalked that one up too.

Can I have fun?  Hell yeah!

So in mid July I’m getting dressed up ROCK AND ROLL STYLE and heading out for dinner.  I’m going the whole bloody hog too.  Felt poodle skirt, polo top, bobby socks, oxford shoes, and cat eye glasses.

What’s the moral of this story?  Well…it’s about choices and sometimes letting go of what’s familiar and comfortable.  It’s about taking risks.

Perhaps most of all it’s about accepting that maybe these sorts of nights might actually be fun and I might actually have a good time!

Can’t promise there’ll be many updates over the next couple of weeks but I’ll do my best.

Tardie

It’s been one of those weeks…actually, it’s been one of those months.  I’m currently being torn between issues at BoyWonder’s work, issues with Archie’s school, TeenQueen’s rising stress over looming exams, and my own pile of work that seems to be getting larger by the minute and deadlines are wooshing up more quickly than I’d like.

What’s the first thing that goes out the window?  Exercise.  Yep.  The minute I seem to be getting stretched to the limits the one thing I should be doing is the one thing I ‘run’ out of time to do.

I’m going to sit down tonight and do up a timetable to include everything that I need to get done in a week.  Classes aren’t as full on even though the workload still is so I at least have more time to research and write – but I need to use this time productively.

I simply need to schedule the time to exercise and to plan things in general (like what we’re going to eat) but I don’t even seem to be capable of making the time to do the planning at this point!

So tonight I will make a point of sitting down with BoyWonder and getting some structure back into our daily lives as this floating from day to day is not working for me.

That’s really about it – off to study.

Tardie

So the dramas have dissipated and things are getting back to a relative state of normality here.  Water, exercise and food intake are getting back to where they should be after a week of feeling like rubbish.  I had planned to do bootcamp last night but ended up falling asleep in the chair.  I think perhaps my body was trying to tell me something!

So tonight I’ll run because I feel like it.  I’ve got a hankering for Sao biscuits with fresh tomato and crazy salt at the moment!  Only need a smidge of salt and so far i’m not reacting to it. 

That’s really all there is to say here.  No deep thoughts at this point – too many other things occupying the vast space between my ears.

Hope you’re all doing well!

Tardie