Deep In The Forrest

Gahhd. It's Sunday. Sundays always depress me. I've been fighting a headache, and trying to get pumped up enough to go down and visit Mom and Dad today. Fact is, it takes me soo much emotional energy to go there now, but I miss home so badly every day. When I go there, though, it's not "home" like I knew it, because it's changed so much with all of the pain, illness and heartache. Once again, I guess it is totally true "You Can't Go Home Again." It's sad. So I got the house clean, went out and attempted to socialize with friends, came home and crashed out, woke up and cooked lunch for Mr. J. Now, still trying to eyeball the tax problem, and I dread it with every inch of my body (and that's a friggin lot!) Oh well. "What Day Is It?" I wish we didn't have to know that, what is this ridiculous concept of time we have scratched out for ourselves anyway? If we wanted to be slaves, we have certainly put ourselves in that positio...

Before I Get Too Deep. Does anyone else experience it? The 'after-holiday-what-the-hell-day-is-this' syndrome? I, being out an extra day for the holiday have been all screwed up. Thought it was Tuesday, then I thought it was Thursday yesterday, so today (yesterday's tomorrow) would be Friday. Nope it's just Thursday... which is just fine with me. Mr. X and I have been trying to get back on track (literally) to the tune of waking up at 5:00 a.m. for our first-morning cardio/fat blast workout, and then still doing our weight lifting 3 days a week... In the midst of this we're cutting down on carbs. After lifting, however, you need--and can have the carbs. Believe you me-i'd lift 9 days a week if I can eat my carbs!! So no flavored coffee for me today, no candies (as if I didn't have enough of this stuff during Christmas time). It's hard getting completely back in the swing... But when your clothes begin to loosen and fall off-it always makes you feel 110...