hear me roar. and bitch. and moan.

Holy shit am I grumpy today. I mean SO frustrated it's causing a headache. I'd love to take this evening to knock the shit out of someone and I don't even know who. I've taken my frustration out on the wrong people twice today and I really hate doing that. I try my damndest not to, and I'm not sure why I'm letting little things bother me so much. I know it's not PMS because I just finished with Aunt Flo and I'm not due again for awhile. Work is insane right now. I've been named a team leader on a project that is going to be an aggressive timeline to complete, which involves implementing a completely new system for 700 employees and 2,000 students. I'll be creating the training program to teach all of them. This is on top of the 5 databases I have to build by next month, and ssist with major overhauls on our applicant management system within the next few months. Add all that with a major system upgrade to yet another system that I'm s0lely in...

I started an exercise challenge that I can't seem to follow. I have 11 other people doing this challenge with me. Five of whom are really kicking ass. I. cannot. get. it. together. A huge part of me wants to blame it on the fact that I've been busy. Which I have. My mother was visiting for a week and I barely squeezed in the 150 minutes I was supposed to exercise. She left and it's been back to work and back to life. I've had social commitments that I have allowed to distract me. Going away party for a friend. Persian new year with the boyfriend's family (two events), and various et ceteras that have just allowed me to avoid exercising. This week I have a cousin visiting from Ohio. I'm very excited about it, but I have to find a way to not only get some exercise in, but also eat right while still showing her what LA has to offer. It's 30 effing minutes a day. I CAN find the time to fit it in. I WILL.

I am the worst at exercising. Once I do it, I'm SO happy I did it. However, I will think of every excuse not to exercise until I talk myself right out of it. Or, I won't even think about exercising at all. It just doesn't even cross my mind most days. I have had bouts of exercise love where I went four times a week and actually started to enjoy it. That was a 5 month period of a 35 year life. That's nothing. Not even a blip on the radar. More times than not, I don't even consider exercising. I will stop that behavior. I will create a new habit. I will become the person that thinks it's bad if I DON'T get my exercise. I want to feel like my day is not complete if I don't move my ass. To that end, I've started myself an exercise challenge. The Get Moving Challenge, to be exact. I have 11 other people doing this challenge with me. It's 150 minutes a week for 6 weeks. Week 1 was not the most inspiring week for me. I felt out of touch...