I was a Trackmaster this week...tracking each and every day for Weight Watchers. Who would have thought that there IS a link between holding oneself accountable and weight loss? (I hope that you read that with as much sarcasm as you could muster!). I lost 2 pounds this week...shocking I know! The good news is that the scale is moving in the right direction. Now, I just have to keep my mind in a happy place because I know that the plan works.
I have started my new week (my weigh in day is Saturday, so Saturday is the first day of my plan week) on the right foot, too. The training plan I am using to train for the half marathon in November has the long(er) runs/walk-runs/walks on Saturdays...so today was my first long "run". It was a 4 miler. I didn't break any land speed records (not that I EVER will), but being that this is the first week in a long time that I have put forth any exercise--well, I was proud to just have completed it (albeit at 7a this morning so that hopefully I wouldn't pass out from heat exhaustion!). So, week 1 is in the books (the training guide that I am using is a 15 week plan up to the day of the half marathon). Whew...I know that I will be oh so glad to have trained like I need to--but I am finding it a bit overwhelming with everything else going on right now...
And by everything else...I mean work. I believe that I have mentioned that we are transitioning to a new accounting system in October...effective October 1. Well, this just means that as a department (Finance), we have a lot of work to do before that transition to the "live" system. Over the past week, in addition to my normal job duties, I was charged with going through a listing of all of our customers, verifying their information (as it is now in our system), and updating a massive spreadsheet of all needed information so that the customers can be mapped to our new system. This is all due by August 1 to our corporate headquarters in the Netherlands (which means a 6 hour time difference from there to here...they are six hours ahead of EST). Anyway, I did all of that...and sent it to everyone that needed the information about 3 days ahead of schedule. Then, as always is the case for me, there were other fires that needed attention...so my "normal" duties kind of got pushed back off the stove (and really, off the countertop...this was an ill attempt to tie to the "fire" reference before--forgive me!). Anyway, yesterday (Friday, July 29th) was our month end close--and I still have oh so much to do before we can close the books...so I plan to go into work tomorrow to get everything done...So, in essence, today was my only day away from the office. Nice, huh?!?!!? (Again, I know that I should just count my blessings that I have a job...and that I know that I am good at my job...and that the job will be done to the best of my ability...but as I use this blog to "vent" about all matters...I am doing just that here. I don't mean to offend with my whining and complaining...but this is cathartic for me...). So, once again, I am just doing what I have to do....
There is at least a beacon of light starting next Thursday for me...me and The Gang (my collective group of gals) are going to see Keith Urban and Jake Owen in concert. And, wait for it....I actually get to meet Jake Owen! I am so excited (of course, my excitement presents itself in a multitude of ways...overall giddiness, to be replaced with the wardrobe ("What will I wear?!?!? or better stated, "What can I wear that won't make me look like a cow?!!?!) dilemma, which will finally manifest itself (when I actually meet him) in me likely making a fool out of myself (it's happened on numerous occasions...I am just starstruck or whatever you want to call it! Think Jennifer Grey in "Dirty Dancing" when she first meets Patrick's Swayze's character..."I carried a watermelon!?!?!??!?!". I can totally relate to being completely mortified). Here's a picture of Jake and me (we got meet and greet passes when we saw him on New Year's Eve...just lucky that time...this time's meet and greet comes from joining his fan club).
Then next Saturday we are celebrating my husband's 40th (the BIG one) birthday. I can tease him for only 6 months...because in March I will have my doomsday. The plan is to have a few friends over....enjoying good food, good drink (homemade sangria...my newest concoction!), but most of all great company! I am so excited about that!
In preparation for our Thursday night outing, I went and had my hair cut and colored today. As always, Melanie and Collie took great care of me. I have to say, my husband doesn't always appreciate the money I spend on my hair...but I think these gals are worth their weight in gold...and worth every single penny! (And in my defense, I do try and hold out 10 weeks in between visits...so they do have their work cut out for them when I get there!). What do you think? (Sorry about the quality of the photo...still learning to use the camera on my computer). Oh...and those are one of my pairs of new glasses that I ordered off of Zenni Optical. It's a unique way to order glasses...and of course, you can't really see what the frames look like until you get them...but these frames (before my prescription) were $6.95...I ordered two more pairs with these...and the entire bill was less than $60...I just love having options--plus I was ready for a change from my other frames.
So to keep up the accountability...here are my goals for next week:
- Tracking....can I continue to be a Trackmaster? I am certainly going to try!
- Continue with the training plan for the half marathon
- Attempt to regain my footing at work...I can still only do what I can do...I am, after all, just one person.
- Continue reading blogs daily...I do read many blogs daily...but only post occasionally (as I am usually reading at work via the Google Reader, so leaving comments is not always possible). Hopefully, with my new mackdaddy laptop, I will be able to post comments more frequently...and who knows I might even post again more than twice a month!
Until next time...
Love the hair...and the glasses :)
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