Yesterday, the cat had beef and beef-liver stew, in bouillon, with “a medley” of vegetables, parsley, and oregano. Seriously, looking at the ingredient list on that can, I would have sworn it was human food.
Yesterday I had hot dogs.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think I had the better deal (if nothing else, dinner was made, which was a really nice feeling right about last night). I’m just amused by the fact that I think my pets eat more healthily than I do. It comes from not having thumbs or wallets, I think.
In possibly thematically related news, I have figured out why I hate going to the gym when the gym employees are around. It’s like clothes shopping. Except the clerks really are looking at you and thinking about what needs to get fixed about your body, and you knew that going in, and you (quite likely) paid money to go there and… agh. Body image issues, how unsurprising to see you.
(Going when staff is not around is much easier. I do not think it is ultimately as productive, though.)
Not much more to say, really. I’m making a concerted effort to work through my reading list. (That goodreads widget down there? That is not a complete list of what I have on the go.)
Well, not entirely lost. But definitely feeling that a lot of it went to things that I’m not sure were worth the time.
I find I’ve been doing that a lot, lately, and I’m not actually sure what to do about it. It makes me unhappy, but the problem isn’t just “I’m not focussing on anything”, it’s “I don’t want to focus on anything”. Almost the antithesis of time management; usually I think of that as making sure you have time to do things, and this is wanting to make sure I had things to do during time.
I don’t like this feeling, in case it wasn’t clear. It’s been on my mind rather since Thursday, when the light of my life and I went by the gym, and their printer/fax wasn’t working, and him being him I proceeded to sit there and talk to one of the trainers while he poked the wireless network and the phone jacks and similar. And I remember her asking either “what inspires you?” or “what motivates you?” and I didn’t have an answer. She was asking specifically in the context of working out, mind, but I can’t find an answer at all.
At work, sometimes, I remind myself that I am being a responsible person who is helping to support her household. That’s about it. I can’t think of anything else.
I’m going to sleep on this (again; as I said, been on my mind since Thursday), and hopefully I will realize there is a reason to be feeling a little less disquiet than I am.