Ice Pick? Anyone?

Grab an ice pick and please shove it through my brain!
No seriously - right through the skull and swish is around a bit.

This is quite possibly the longest, most horrid night I've had at work ... ever. Not only is the unit completely devoid of patients, but I have been here for the last NINE hours alone. Sitting at the desk watching the hours pass by.

I've been bored at work before, but usually I have at least one co-worker to help pass the time. Tonight, one staff was sent to another unit, and the third was left at home on call. You would think that it's pretty easy to sit around and collect a salary for doing absolutely nothing, but really it's torture. It would be miserable enough doing it all day long, but how about sitting in a large open space by yourself, OVERNIGHT with my traditional lack of pre-work sleep.

Yeah, it blows.

You know what else blows? My attempts at running, exercising, dieting and being productive. The past two weeks I haven't even pretended that I'm following a training plan, I'm just trying to make it through the day and accomplish a few things around the house. This weekend my parents are in town so for once we have Gremlin sitters (which is ALWAYS an awesome thing). It also means that I can't miss Saturday morning training group with the excuse that is far too cold to have Gremlin out with me for a long work-out. So I'll bundle my butt up and meet the marathon training group for my 7 miles. I honestly have no plans for running at all, I'm just gonna plan on walking and maybe throwing in a fartlek here or there if I feel like it. BJ has 14 miles on his schedule and I said, "we'll probably finish about the same time!" He thought I was joking.

Luckily, there is still three months left til the race which is actually quite a long time. Most training plans I followed in the past were only 12 weeks long anyway. Of course if I don't actually start - you know - training, there really is no hope for me to complete the distance in a time short of embarrassing.

On the fat Gremlin weight front, I can honestly say that I haven't been dieting BUT I also haven't gained back any of the 6 pounds I lost already. I keep telling myself that clearly the diet works and I just need to stick to it and get rid of those pesky remaining pounds. It's easier said than done, but I am in serious contemplation. I know BJ would like for me to become hottie wife again, though he is sweet enough not to say it outright. Except for the occasional Pillsbury Dough Boy references where he pokes my muffin top and makes the "Hee Hee!" noise from the commercial.

Yes, I love him and let him get away with it.

So that sums up my latest blog dry spell.
And speaking of dry, I've had two bottles of water and have been peeing quite regularly tonight, but I still feel like I've rubbed sand all over my mouth and lips. I love winter temps but not lack of winter humidity.