I have a confession to make. I realize what I'm about to admit may cause a fit of hysteria and die hard laughter and I am fully aware that what I'm about to admit may seem rather unusual for a 27 year old to find relaxing.
While some people knit, crochet, Sudoku, play guitar, write poems, blog, watch mindless television, cook, etc, I find that coloring (yes, coloring) is my way of relaxing. And by coloring I do mean coloring books with crayons.
I used to color all the time when I was a teenager and even some in college - but it wasn't until my 3 y/o niece was here this weekend that really rekindled my love for coloring. She loves to color and she loves when someone colors with her. I jump at any opportunity to color and it not be considered "weird" or "strange." In fact, in most cases it ended up with her leaving the table and me still coloring away. I don't know what it is about coloring that I find so enjoyable, but I really do.
Perhaps it's because I'm not an artist. I'm not good at drawing, I'm mediocre at writing and I have absolutlely no talent when it comes to crochet/knitting, cooking is touch and go and I have a love/hate relationship blogging, coloring gives me a way to be creative in the colors I choose rather than having to come up with a picture on my own. Someone else did the outline and I give the page life (so to speak).
So there you have it, I'm 27 and I love to color!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Willpower
Yesterday (Feb. 9th) was my 27th birthday. My co-workers surprised me with a Red Velvet Cake (my fave) in the afternoon. I gave in and had 2 pieces - and felt really guilty afterward. I went to the gym, worked out really hard and felt better about eating the 2 pieces of cake.
Then today, one of our brokers came in and had made a Red Velvet cake from scratch the night before and brought some in for us. Remembering how guilty I felt and how horrible I felt after eating yesterday's cake I refrained all morning. Instead, I got my mind off of the tantalizing desert by running up three-flights of stairs, getting a bottle of water and running down 3 flights of stairs to my desk to drop the water off, and then running up and down three-flights of stairs two more times. Luckily no one saw or questioned what I was doing.
I went to lunch and thought, "you know, one piece isn't going to be a huge deal" then I thought, "no, one piece starts a chain of junk food eating and I can't go to the gym today or tomorrow so I really shouldn't eat a piece" Then I thought, "what if I just tried a bite? just to see if it was any good? Just a bite won't hurt anything" Let me tell you this dialog in my head went on during my entire lunch hour. It was like I had fat girl on one shoulder and skinny girl on the other battling it out.
Luckily it was all a moot point and when I got back to work the cake had already been completely devoured and I was saved from myself and Red Velvet goodness.
But...I had the willpower to refrain in the very beginning. Had I not, then I would probably be sitting here typing about how bad I feel because of all the sugar I ate in cake form.
I'm proud of myself! Maybe I do have willpower after all. Though the true test will come this weekend when my niece and nephew are in town. We are celebrating my nephew's first birthday and are making a cake for him and everyone else. This will be a true test - because we will have cake leftover for a few days afterward here at the house.
Then today, one of our brokers came in and had made a Red Velvet cake from scratch the night before and brought some in for us. Remembering how guilty I felt and how horrible I felt after eating yesterday's cake I refrained all morning. Instead, I got my mind off of the tantalizing desert by running up three-flights of stairs, getting a bottle of water and running down 3 flights of stairs to my desk to drop the water off, and then running up and down three-flights of stairs two more times. Luckily no one saw or questioned what I was doing.
I went to lunch and thought, "you know, one piece isn't going to be a huge deal" then I thought, "no, one piece starts a chain of junk food eating and I can't go to the gym today or tomorrow so I really shouldn't eat a piece" Then I thought, "what if I just tried a bite? just to see if it was any good? Just a bite won't hurt anything" Let me tell you this dialog in my head went on during my entire lunch hour. It was like I had fat girl on one shoulder and skinny girl on the other battling it out.
Luckily it was all a moot point and when I got back to work the cake had already been completely devoured and I was saved from myself and Red Velvet goodness.
But...I had the willpower to refrain in the very beginning. Had I not, then I would probably be sitting here typing about how bad I feel because of all the sugar I ate in cake form.
I'm proud of myself! Maybe I do have willpower after all. Though the true test will come this weekend when my niece and nephew are in town. We are celebrating my nephew's first birthday and are making a cake for him and everyone else. This will be a true test - because we will have cake leftover for a few days afterward here at the house.
Monday, February 8, 2010
6 week slump
Dear 6 Week Slump:
I win! You will not conquer me. You will not make me lose my motivation. I am woman hear me roar. You will never own me. I will prevail. I am determined more than ever to show you who's boss.
Sincerely,
The self-proclaimed Gym Rat
P.S. Even though in the past you have won, I've learned your triggers and your sly ways so you cannot and will not defeat me again, so move along and find someone else to destroy.
**Disclaimer** For the majority of my life I have been really motivated for about 6 weeks and then I lose interest, stop doing something, and just basically give up/quit. Then about 4 months later I get back the motivation for 6 weeks and then the cycle continues. I realize this fault about myself and I am bound and determined not to let it get the best of me again. I have a goal set and I want, for once, to accomplish it. Today started the 6th week of my master plan/goal.
I win! You will not conquer me. You will not make me lose my motivation. I am woman hear me roar. You will never own me. I will prevail. I am determined more than ever to show you who's boss.
Sincerely,
The self-proclaimed Gym Rat
P.S. Even though in the past you have won, I've learned your triggers and your sly ways so you cannot and will not defeat me again, so move along and find someone else to destroy.
**Disclaimer** For the majority of my life I have been really motivated for about 6 weeks and then I lose interest, stop doing something, and just basically give up/quit. Then about 4 months later I get back the motivation for 6 weeks and then the cycle continues. I realize this fault about myself and I am bound and determined not to let it get the best of me again. I have a goal set and I want, for once, to accomplish it. Today started the 6th week of my master plan/goal.
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