My life is off kilter, mainly because I am stretching myself too thin.
My husband and I own our own business and we have been working a ridiculous amount of hours (Yesterday? 9AM to 1AM! Holy crap!) to try to keep up with our customers' demands. Because in this economy, if we don't keep them happy, then someone else will.
We are also in the middle of renovating a building to which we will move our business in a few months. Talk about stress, people. AHHHHHH! I wont bore you with the details, but let me just say that contractors suck big ones.
Anywho, the point of this post (and I do have one) is this. Lately, I feel like I don't have enough hours in my day to plan my meals or exercise the way I should. That means I have been eating lots of shit---on the go. I haven't seen a change in my weight, YET. But, I definitely see a change in the way I feel.
I'm not going to get into TMI details here, but...OH FRIG IT. Yes, I am.
Here's the bottom line. When I eat too many processed foods and not enough high fiber healthy foods, I can't poop. Actually, I can poop. But, during those times when I'm trying to do my bin-ness, the term "shitting a brick" becomes my reality. There. I said it. And I KNOW you know what I'm taking about because Dr. Oz had a whole "pooping show" on Oprah and lots of women were in the audience lamenting about how they crap marbles, so there.
Hold on a few seconds. The business phone's wringing....
WTF? This telemarketer dude just called here (I AM SERIOUS!) to try to sell me flashlights with my company name on them! When I thanked him and said I wasn't interested, he asked me if he could tell me a joke! I said, "Fine. Make it snappy. Because I'm really busy telling my bloggy peeps about how I'm having trouble making poo because I've been eating too many chocolate chip muffins." Oh.Yes.I.Did. He laughed and said, "OK, then! Why did the spider cross the road?" "I DON'T KNOW. WHY?" I asked. He responded, "To get to his website! HAHAHAHAHA." Click. I hung up on his ass.
OK. Now what the hell was I saying before Flashlight Man called? Oh, yeah...poop. I guess what I'm trying to say is I feel yucky. I've been neglecting myself. I need to do better. I need to learn how to say NO more. And I really need to try harder to keep it together and make myself a priority.
Oh, and while I'm spilling my guts, I might as well confess one more thing.
Yesterday, while sitting in my office at work, I had a chocolate chip muffin for breakfast. AGAIN. And while I was eating it, the phone rang. I turned to answer it---and I dropped a bite sized chunk of my muffin on the carpet. I looked down at it, analyzed the situation, and said to myself, "Self. That piece of muffin has like THREE chocolate chips in it. Chocolate is like GOLD. It must not go to waste." So, I picked it up, looked around to make sure nobody was watching me, and I ate it.
I'm so freakin refined, I could just shit bricks.
Oh, wait. I already do.