Go to the dang gym! You love working out later!

I can only convince myself to go swim first thing if it is one of those days the Y closes at noon or I have afternoon plans. And it is a SLOG.

UGH, Scrappy. I've been called to testify twice. The first subpoena was for a long-time family friend who killed her husband who had been abusing her physically and emotionally for over 20 years. I politely informed them I would be delighted to testify, and that I was sure that, as I was a case manager and court liaison for a battered women's shelter, my testimony would be INVALUABLE for the prosecution.

They declined to have me as a witness. The second time, I DID testify as a case manager and court liaison for a woman in the shelter, and it was pure, sweet pleasure. She won. He went to prison.

He DID call me a bitch, though! In front of the judge. I was SO pleased. I smiled. Real big.

That is what I thought, but I thought maybeI was being dumb, because it just made my head hurt!

Naw, it made my head hurt too, Sophia. But not because either you or I are dumb. BAD writing. Worse logic.

Oof. Did I mention here that I got anonymously reported to our global ethics hotline after I fired someone last winter?

That was fun.

(Though honestly it was a good experience to see the process from the inside and that it was legit.)

Re sleep, most of my sleep issues nowadays are due to the cat climbing on my head in the middle of the night.

Which - it's a serious problem. She does it about twice a night and i rarely get a full night sleep. But she's like a hundred and I'm not comfortable blocking her out of the room because she has so few pleasures left in life.

Today though - my alarm turned off and I overslept and she climbed on my head at 8:01 - and I had an 8AM conference call I'd forgotten. So yay Gracie!

One part of me is saying 'you could go tomorrow morning and run!" and another part is saying "when is the last time you actually got up early enough to do shit like that, after telling yourself you would? OH, NEVER"

HA! I'm so the opposite. I can get p at 5:15 AM to go swimming but if I say, "Oh, I'll go after work" I can guarantee that I will go one out of 10 times.

Today, I did not wake up to swim. Instead, I took the kids to camp and then I went to the gym. I spent 20 minutes on the bike and 5 on the treadmill then I was OVER IT. I went swimming at 1:00 PM after a pedicure and lunch and I barely swam half a mile. Too hot. Too late in the afternoon. I felt too slow. I did HALF a length of butterfly only. Blargh.

Aw, Gracie's looking out for you, brenda! All those middle of the night times were just drills so she'd be ready when you needed her.

The other night I fell asleep with a black cat curled up to the right of my head and a white cat curled up to my left. I felt like I should be illustrating a tarot card or something. Slept pretty good, too.

I haven't been able to work exercise into my routine for months. I don't think I can get up any earlier - I already get up at 5:30 to have time for breakfast and showering and so forth. And after work when I tell myself I'll have time, I'm tired. I'm fairly certain that if I could just force myself to hit the gym I would eventually have more energy to do other things as well as the gym, but that forcing myself part is hard.

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LOVE the polka dots. So cute.

Last month I made a bet with a co-worker to run every day; the price was the loser would have to invite a mutually detested co-worker to lunch at a location of the winner's choosing. I missed three days for sickness. I found out after the month was over that he had had perfect attendance from kindergarten through college-- he does not fuck around. Nevertheless, he did not collect on the bet.

This month, another bet, involving 10k steps on the pedometer and water consumption, this time for a cash prize. So far I've run nearly every day and lost weight. But these bets have made me much more willing to run after work, even if they still don't get me out of bed in the morning.

So, my advice? Find a crazy co-worker.