La Vie En Rose for 2005 June 5

I really hate it when people do this:

Hog an elliptical machine by putting their stuff on it then standing by it stretching for 5 minutes. Hello? Someone could be using it while you are just standing there stretching!

Yack on their phone at the gym. Seriously weird. I don't care if it helps to pass the time. Who wants to be yacked at while the yacker is going "huff huff puff"? Who wants to listen to one end of a conversation while they are trying to work out? Thank goodness for iPods.

Use a machine for a chair while you sit and yack for half an hour to your long-lost friend you happen to see at the gym. I really hate this because one of the yackers in invariabley sitting on the only machine left I want to use. I feel like a jerk going up and asking "are you using this" when they are clearly not so get off please. I still do it, but I feel like a jerk.

Pregnant women wearing a sports bra and no shirt. Just.... ew!

There is this old guy who is at 24 all the time, Chuck and Garrett call him the mayor, because he goes arond saying hello to everyone and shaking their hands. I've never seen him actually working out. It was a bit weird at first but I think I am used to it now. He is probably just lonely.

Generally I like to be left alone when I am at the gym. I'm not there to socialize! Unless I've gone there with someone, or I'm at a Pilates class, I don't want to be yacked at.

Anyway. I think I have a bit of the hypocrandriac (I'm sure that's spelled wrong) syndrome. I've become rather obsessed with finding a cure for my chronic tiredness and sleeping. I know it's not my throid because I saw all those doctors about it senoir year of high school. I thought it was because I wasn't getting enough excercise, but then I joined the gym (and I go all the time, too!). Then I read in one of my women pilots books about the girl who couldn't stay awake for her endurance flights, and her doctor said she wasn't getting enough protein, so she started a diet of steak & eggs and problem solved! So I have been trying to eat a lot of protein. More meat, hard-boiled eggs, beef jerky, tuna... problem not solved. Then today at chez 24 I saw an ad for b-24 or whatever the vitamin is. Fatigued? asked the tv. Irritable? Yes, i thought. Now of course I will go buy some b-12 tablets. maybe it will help!

Probably though, I need to solve the sleeping problem by using my super self-dicipline to just not sleep as much. You can probably guess that this it not working very well.

I probably do need to see a dietrician. I get soooo irritable when I haven't eaten. I probably have low blood sugar or something. Maybe it's diabeties. Fab!

You know what name I like? Vera. Vera Brittain. Vera Lynn. It's just so...patriotic. Ish. You don't see many Veras about, and it's a really nice name. I think if I have a second daughter, I'll totally name her Vera. Failing that, a character in a book.

You know how there are some things that you just feel so good and relieved about doing, that whenever you put them off and off and finally do them, you think you must be crazy not to do it all the time! So then you get in the habit for a little bit, but then you get behind, and the cycle repeats itself... I am that way about a lot of things. I go through stages where my desk is all empty and organized. I go through phases where I write in my journal every night and get all my thoughts out so they are not clouding up my brain.

Anyway. My room is all clean--or organized, I should say. It's nice. The only problem is Tonks is right in the middle of the floor and I was going to lay out my yoga matt and do stretches. I should really *clean* it. But I'm going to work and do other stuff all day tomorrow--Mondays are always a bit crowded because MLI practice takes a big hunk out of my evening--so it will have to wait till I get back from LA.

I've been writing in my jounral really regularily for over a year now--probably an average of 4-5 times a week. But then I go through these phases where I just get so laaaazy, and I don't bother for a week or more. And I hate it, because it makes me feel so unresolved, or something. All that tension building up. But then I've been doing this new thing where if I'm just sitting at my computer I'll open up a word doc and type. Kind of like I am doing now on crummy. It's good because I can type a lot faster than I can write (have finally gotten to that point!) so there is a lot less thinking involved. But then there is nothing like curling up in bed at the end of a day with a pretty journal with pretty pictures glued in and a pretty pen to write it all down. I don't want to switch between the two because then it won't be a chronological story. But then does that really matter? I suppose I could print & paste, but one of the benefits of typing, I think, not taking up even more space in the universe with my ditherings. So who knows. Certainly not me.