You were the fighter, I was the kid against the world

Posted by Cory , Saturday, February 27, 2010 5:12 PM

I guess blogging, at least in its original form, was all about the activities of one's day-to-day life. Right? Okay, it is in my mind. I know that it's evolved into a much broader spectrum and all that, but my blog has no other purpose than for me to write down the stupid stuff that happens to me and hope that anyone might care enough to read it. Inspired in part by Mo's latest post (welcome back to the interhighway, friend!), here's a rundown of a Saturday in the life of a wannabe domestic, self-professed semi-hermit:

6:44 am: Wake up, anxious to weigh in for the day (yes, I am that person). I've been tracking what I eat for about a month and a half now, recording exercise and all that, and I've lost about 12 pounds so far. Weighing in has become part of the daily ritual: wake up, pray for client's parent to call and say he/she is sick, resign myself to the fact that yes, I do, in fact, have to go to work today, stumble downstairs to start coffee, stumble back upstairs (more often that not managing to clip my hip bone on the hall closet door knob at least once during that trip, since I'm too stubborn to TURN ON THE LIGHT, FOR THE LOVE), and step on my shiny red scale (seriously, as scales go, it's pretty damn cute). Of course, half of that daily ritual does not apply to Saturdays, and I was actually more irritated than anything that I woke up at 6:44 on my one day of guaranteed sleeping in.
6:45 am: Discover I'm down a pound and a half. Do a very tired happy dance.
6:46 am: Get back in bed, hoping to fall back to sleep till 9, which was the original plan.
7 am: Begrudgingly accept the fact that I'm pretty much up for the day. Turn on the light and continue reading the book that I'm currently too embarrassed to admit that I'm reading. Try to ignore growling stomach.
7:15 am: Put book aside and go downstairs to get some cereal.
7:20 am: Get back in bed, cereal bowl in hand. Log into Facebook, check e-mail, etc.
7:40 am: Return to book.
8 am: Decide to turn on TV and flip channels.
8:30 am: Learn of earthquake in Chile. Begin Hail Mary-ing as I try to figure out a. where the quake hit, b. how bad it was, and c. where Needy is currently located in Chile. She moved down there several months ago. She's safe and sound!
9 am: Try to motivate myself to get out of bed and get dressed to go to the gym.
9:04 am: Decide to watch just a few minutes of E! News.
10 am: Actually get out of bed and get dressed. Opt to run outside instead of driving to the gym, since the weather is toying with us and actually promises to be somewhat nice today.
10:15-10:40 am Enjoy the sunshine.
11:10 am: After a quick shower and a mini Clif bar, I get in the car and head to Old Navy for a quick trip. All their jeans are on sale, so I figured I'd stop by and get a pair or two, since I'm running low on pants that actually fit me.
11:35-12:15 pm Remember that I don't like the way Old Navy's jeans fit. Do not leave empty-handed, however. 2 t-shirts and a terribly adorable cardigan later, I'm out the door. Consider venturing into the mall, but at this point the fact that I haven't had any coffee yet today (HOW DID I MISS THAT?) is starting to catch up to me. Stop in at Target briefly, then decide to head home as I'm no longer in the mood to shop.
12:30 pm: Arrive back home. Put towels in wash and make lunch. Crack open a Diet Coke and savor the glorious caffeine of it all.
1 pm: Gather things to take to recycling bins around the corner. Man, I am quite the magazine pack-rat.
1:13 pm: Sit down to wait for washer to finish its cycle. Decide to watch E! Investigates: Too Young to Kill (clearly, in this, I take after my grandmother, who never met a true crime novel she didn't like). You know, just for a few minutes.
3 pm: Load items to be recycled into the back seat of my car.
3:15 pm: Make a snack. Being productive is hard work!
3:40 pm: Clear the floor of the living room to vacuum. Sweep entryway and kitchen floors in preparation for the mopping that will commence shortly.
4 pm: Turn off the TV at the end of E! Investigates: Crime on Campus. I think I have a sickness.
4:05-4:45 pm: Vacuum, mop, admire my handiwork. Putz around on the interweb until-
5 pm: Decide to write a blog post about what I accomplished today. Recognize that this does, in fact, make me a loser.

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