Just woke up around 430pm! A newwwwwwwwwwwwwww track record! LOL. Narcolepsy sucks ass! Yes, I have narcolepsy. With the medicine I take, and the hours I work, I tend to only sleep four hours a night. Today I slept 6 1/2 to 7 hours, so I feel really good! I do feel a bit groggy, but I am sure that will pass.
I need to get my tripod fixed! Damn, I cant take any pics of myself without my tripod! 😛 I walked down to the camera store this morning, but they didnt have the part I need.
*Breaking News!* I need a manicure! In the past, I had never been able to grow my nails. Even in high school my nails would bend, and then break. Well thank fucking god (or goddess.. whatever your preference!) for Ladies Home Journal. I read about Biotin, a supplement that is the only thing proven to help strengthen nails. I started taking it 2 months ago and my nails are growing like wildfire! Great. *breaking story* Marti sucks at shaping them. So, I need to find a manicurist that wont turn my pretty nails into boy nails. Damn the life of a genderqueer! (I tried taking a pic, but I couldnt get the camera to focus. FUCKER! Next thing I know, I wont be able to program the VCR timer.)
Burning new candle! Mmmmmmmmm smells divine!
Workouts are going good! I measure on Saturday. I KNOW Ive lost weight, I just dont know how much. I would be lying if I said I dont care, but I cant go back to checking my weight every couple of days. It’s almost like smoking. Do it once, and I am back to doing it every day. I am curious to see where the weight is coming off. I figure I have lost between 10 and 20 lbs in the last month. I know I am not where I want to be, but I am on the path…fo sho. The comment I said to myself yesterday (and to Jennifer too) was that I am not going to live another year feeling like this. FUCK THAT. Things are really coming together for me; I just need to keep it up.
In recent days I have felt my concentration drift from my own self to another. I need to refocus and get away from bad emotional habits that end up causing me drama and mental trauma. “I” need to be the focus of my world. That may sound self-centered to most, but if you arent happy with you, who will be happy with you? Refocus bitch! Ok, I’m better now.
Time to go run 2.5 miles and 30 flights of stairs!
Shits, giggles, and much love to you!