I can't believe it's been a month since I last blogged. Apparently, time also flies when you don't look up from your computer. I wish I could say something extraordinary happened during the last month. But alas, it was four weeks of the same ol', same ol'.
I've spent the last month very work-focused--nose the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel, and all that. I've worked at least a part of every weekend since Thanksgiving--including Thanksgiving weekend. I hate that. I don't mind working a weekend every once in a while, but having to work weekends frequently and regularly messes with me in oh-so-many ways. (There's an Elizabeth Barrett Browning parody in there somewhere: "How do I mess with thee? Let me count the ways...")
The biggest struggle has been maintaining my exercise routine while keeping up with my workload. It's a struggle I haven't overcome with too much success. I've still found time to swim every week. That time is sacrosanct. Nothing comes between me and my swim time. But my walks became shorter and farther between. And we won't even talk about the Hanukkah cookies....
Thankfully, I have every reason to believe that my weekend-working days are behind me for a while, so I'm working on getting back into my 5-day/week exercise routine. This week, for example, is two days old and I've already fit in two days of exercise. Amazing how much better that makes me feel.
I've spent the last month very work-focused--nose the grindstone, shoulder to the wheel, and all that. I've worked at least a part of every weekend since Thanksgiving--including Thanksgiving weekend. I hate that. I don't mind working a weekend every once in a while, but having to work weekends frequently and regularly messes with me in oh-so-many ways. (There's an Elizabeth Barrett Browning parody in there somewhere: "How do I mess with thee? Let me count the ways...")
The biggest struggle has been maintaining my exercise routine while keeping up with my workload. It's a struggle I haven't overcome with too much success. I've still found time to swim every week. That time is sacrosanct. Nothing comes between me and my swim time. But my walks became shorter and farther between. And we won't even talk about the Hanukkah cookies....
Thankfully, I have every reason to believe that my weekend-working days are behind me for a while, so I'm working on getting back into my 5-day/week exercise routine. This week, for example, is two days old and I've already fit in two days of exercise. Amazing how much better that makes me feel.