I walk 3 - 5 miles every day. EVERY SINGLE DAY. And I try and eat healthy. And I have been doing this for about 6 months now… In fact, as of today I have been doing it for 6 months. And how does my body thank me?

By hanging on to every pound of fat, flesh, muscle and water I brought here with me.

Seriously. It kind of sucks.

I might have fallen asleep at my desk today. For 10 minutes or so. And that…. THAT was the highlight of my day.

I don’t know why I am so tired… I think it has to do with the fact that I have somehow gotten out of the habit of taking my thyroid medicine in the mornings like I used to. The main problem is that I am just lazy. It is an extra step in my morning routine and I have all kinds of excuses as to why the medication takes a back burner to everything else. But really. It has to stop.

I also need to start doing yoga again. I have noticed some MAJOR tension in my shoulders and legs and neck. Yoga generally helps. The one hour massage, courtesy of Miss P for my 30th birthday, will also help in the process. I am looking forward to this Friday. Lisa and Lam are going to puppy sit while I get pampered. I think Miss P might already have an appointment that night as well… so maybe I will run into her at the spa. Does that sound snobby? Good. =)

I don’t know what is going on. Winemonkey left on Saturday morning and now when I wake up I miss him terribly. Poor Pebbles starts crying and scratching at the door about 1-4 minutes after I walk out it. Just going down to do the laundry causes her distress. I start crying when I know I have to leave. Have you ever tried to mask your anxiety from an animal? Because I don’t know if that is part of the problem. I have a huge amount of anxiety knowing that I am going to leave. And tomorrow? God I am frantic about it.

This afternoon on my way home from work I started thinking about my love/hate relationship with moving. A while back I had come to the realization that all my moving had a deeper reason than just a job or person, or whatever. I started to correlate my moving with my general unrest with life. When I became depressed, I packed up my stuff and left.

I didn’t have to look very deep to see this correation, by the way. This last move however, really was for a job. I know that because I miss the living bejeezus out of my apartment in Santa Rosa. But I find it psychologically intersting that I am so anxious to get back. My life here in Sacramento is full of really good things. I really love being close to my sister. Seeing her once a week has been really good for both of us I imagine. And Miis P with her little Miss M? That has been a treat as well.

Truth be told, there is something nice coming home to a house with no TV. Where I am my only entertainment. I seem to get so much more done for myself. Including crafts and cleaning. I know that when I go back to Santa Rosa it is going to be hard to maintain this lifestyle and I really can’t tell you why. It isn’t like Winemonkey forces me to watch TV. Hopefully the effort will be strong.

p.s. a whole post and no mention of Pebbles…. I was trying to spare you. =)