a leg down; snack machine; fatigue
the fatigue one experiences when working 16 hours is difficult to describe; its weird. its not the exercising fatigue. lets say you went to the library at 7am to study. you found a nice table or study area, you spread out, you really hit it hard until 11pm, a marathon day and night--you only left your table to eat lunch and get a couple coffees.
maybe you do it a couple times a semester, or a few times at the office, maybe several times a year. when you get home at 11pm i want you to go workout. then i want you to get up at 6am and go back to the library, stay at the same table, you can't pick a different one. no sleeping at your table no nodding off, you need to be engaged. do it 3 times in one week. do it week after week, month after month. don't forget to workout remember? you better eat right too, i know you want to sleep all weekend but there are chores to do, those fat free puddings won't put themselves in the fridge now eh?
maybe a little overdramatic. maybe not. its all good. :-)
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the snack machine has been eating my $0.55 a couple times a day lately. today mr. snack machine opened my pockets and fished out money for junior mints and snackwells mint cremes. he usually only spits out mint cremes but other things are starting to cry for freedom, and my heavy pockets are starting to feel bad for those poor little trapped candies.
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i had a revelation today! this weird fatigue thing... i have been trying to solve this mystery for years. what i have been doing is snacking to stay awake, to stay alert, to give me energy, to lighten my pockets (well ok maybe not that last one). when you reach the 12th hour your brain doesn't give a crap what sort of diet you are on, just gimme some junior mints fool! the water thing does work but honestly i'm so sick of going to the bathroom every half hour. my i'm kinda grumpy tonight he he!!
so currently i'm planning my mysterious disappearance from a certain weigh-in and counseling session on saturday. i know its not going to go very well this week. very mature of me, i know.
and to make the longest post ever even longer...i drove out of the parking ramp when the light finally turned green tonight. a young girl did not see her red light as i pulled out...she honked and flailed her arms wildly at me. i honked but really i just wanted to go home so i was kind of like eh, moron, whatever, your light is red chica, now moving on. the dude behind me, not so lucky. said girl with wildly flailing arms BAM! right into that guy. ha ha ha, i laughed for blocks and blocks. everybody was going real slow so no injuries of course. but then in typical fashion i got all introspective and thought, if i had left my desk 20 seconds later i'd be that guy on the curb with a broken bumper.
did i get up this morning to run, no. will i workout tonight, no. will i tomorrow, ok.
bloodshot baby!
maybe you do it a couple times a semester, or a few times at the office, maybe several times a year. when you get home at 11pm i want you to go workout. then i want you to get up at 6am and go back to the library, stay at the same table, you can't pick a different one. no sleeping at your table no nodding off, you need to be engaged. do it 3 times in one week. do it week after week, month after month. don't forget to workout remember? you better eat right too, i know you want to sleep all weekend but there are chores to do, those fat free puddings won't put themselves in the fridge now eh?
maybe a little overdramatic. maybe not. its all good. :-)
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the snack machine has been eating my $0.55 a couple times a day lately. today mr. snack machine opened my pockets and fished out money for junior mints and snackwells mint cremes. he usually only spits out mint cremes but other things are starting to cry for freedom, and my heavy pockets are starting to feel bad for those poor little trapped candies.
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i had a revelation today! this weird fatigue thing... i have been trying to solve this mystery for years. what i have been doing is snacking to stay awake, to stay alert, to give me energy, to lighten my pockets (well ok maybe not that last one). when you reach the 12th hour your brain doesn't give a crap what sort of diet you are on, just gimme some junior mints fool! the water thing does work but honestly i'm so sick of going to the bathroom every half hour. my i'm kinda grumpy tonight he he!!
so currently i'm planning my mysterious disappearance from a certain weigh-in and counseling session on saturday. i know its not going to go very well this week. very mature of me, i know.
and to make the longest post ever even longer...i drove out of the parking ramp when the light finally turned green tonight. a young girl did not see her red light as i pulled out...she honked and flailed her arms wildly at me. i honked but really i just wanted to go home so i was kind of like eh, moron, whatever, your light is red chica, now moving on. the dude behind me, not so lucky. said girl with wildly flailing arms BAM! right into that guy. ha ha ha, i laughed for blocks and blocks. everybody was going real slow so no injuries of course. but then in typical fashion i got all introspective and thought, if i had left my desk 20 seconds later i'd be that guy on the curb with a broken bumper.
did i get up this morning to run, no. will i workout tonight, no. will i tomorrow, ok.
bloodshot baby!
posted by brent at
10:11 PM
3 Comments:
I hope you loooooovvveeeeee your job, on most days. And also, let it go. During the first trimester of the pregnancy, I was exhausted *all the time* and workouts slipped. I was upset at first, beating myself up. But the body needs what it needs. Hang in there, it will have to get better. - Mia
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Mia Goddess, at 9:09 AM
hmmm... methinks you are crashing because of all that sugar you are eating (including the general fatigue). Bananas! You need bananas. "Come mister tallyman, tally me banana..."
And playing the whatif game, especially when exhausted is a great way to end up in a mental infinite loop! I do it all the time though.
Whatif you'd been daydreaming and had left the light a few seconds later. Whatif I had declined to go out with my friends the night I met the guy I married and then divorced because we were miserable together. Hell, there's 3 years of my life back right there! But then I'd have just made some other mistake to learn that lesson. Maybe just SEEING that accident in the rear view mirror is a lesson for you. Oh, whatif whatif... (terrible game. Now I need a banana to perk up)
tracy
http://durteemartini.blogs.com
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Anonymous, at 9:54 AM
Ouch! Sounds like you've been burning the candle at both ends and that it's starting to burn you up. Sounds like you need to take a break and take it easy for a few days, if you can... Hang in there!
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Rachel, at 9:37 PM
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