Sometimes I hate being a girl...

Happy Tuesday! It is Tuesday, right? I'm getting my days mixed up. Yesterday? I wasn't so sure it was Monday. But it was.

The rest of my weekend was...mildly productive. I finished my dishes and vacuuming by yesterday. I even brought out the trash. My apartment isn't as clean as I'd like...I already have more dirty dishes and the dishwasher needs to be emptied. And my bathroom could use a deep scrub. You know me...I like to have things clean and organized. Not OCD-clean or germaphobe clean but certainly neat and put away. Sadly, though I have the time to do this now, it gets messy pretty quickly since I'm home all the time. If I had a job, I wouldn't have the time to clean as much but at least I wouldn't be here to make a mess. Catch 22.

As for jobs...I applied for one on Friday and another on Saturday. I'm making now prognostications on whether or not I'll hear back or if I'm even qualified. They sounded interesting and I think I'm capable. That's as far as I'm going. My parent's have started sending me job postings too. At first it was annoying but considering how much I loathe looking right now, it's actually kind of nice. Fresh eyes, new sources...my mom is quick to preface them with "this might not be good but..." so at least she recognizes that her viewpoint might differ from mine.

On a pathetic note, I didn't go anywhere all weekend. I did go downstairs to the soda machine but that's it. So when I finally went grocery shopping yesterday it was very disconcerting to be around other people. I had to fight the urge to go home and hide in my apartment. I made myself go for a drive just to stay out longer. It wasn't a fear of being in public kind of feeling, not agoraphobic but it was really stressful. I think it just means I have to make myself go out simply for the sake of my mental health.

I finally worked out today. Walking for five hour last Wednesday and again on Thursday wore me out. And while I meant to do it sooner (as in Saturday or Sunday), I knew I had to get some fitness in today. I'm still down a few pounds from where I started late last month but I want to keep it off and keep making progress. Plus we are going to Fogo de Chao (all you can eat meat!!) for my brother's birthday tonight; I need to make some caloric room. ;) I did 10 minutes of a kickboxing dvd and 10 minutes of kettlebells with some dance cardio thrown in. I got down to Madonna's Vouge. No joke.

All was fine until the workout gave me cramps! I swear I just had my period. Like two weeks ago. I know these cramps are not a sign of immediate impending visit...it tends to happen to me about a week out...phantom cramps if you will. So in theory, next week could be fairly on time. I don't keep track. I've never missed and I've never been a few days late from my estimations so I'm sure I'm fine (except for my occasional paranoid fears of endometriosis and infertility, to which my doctor says "don't worry"). I used to take the pill for cramps but, inevitably, I will forget to do the mail-in refill and I'll run out. Whatever. It's not like I need it for protection purposes.

My goals for today are as follows:

1. Clean the kitchen!


2. Apply for one job!


3. Workout!