How happy am I that this isn't the end of the weekend? So happy. There just aren't enough Monday holidays. Since leaving retail, I've looked forward to them like you wouldn't believe. I'm still not at the place where I feel comfortable taking the prior Friday off, as well. These retail scars are still hard to shake, nearly six years later.
I haven't mentioned it here before, but I've been having some dental issues. I have a tooth with a small crack in it. It bothers me on and off, but never too severely. Since it's not too severe, I just let it be. About six weeks ago I bit down hard on an unpopped popcorn kernel. And it hurt. Bad. And I believe it made the crack a little bit worse. I knew it was time to have the tooth addressed. My dentist no longer does root canals, so I looked through the phone book and found a dentist who not only does them, but also takes my insurance. I called and made an appointment, but because of the way my insurance works, it was going to be just over two weeks before I could get in and be covered. It was a long two weeks. I couldn't put any pressure on the tooth and I had to be careful drinking anything cold because that hurt like hell, too. I finally get in, she does her exam and tells me I need a crown, but the way the tooth looks, a root canal is unnecessary. I was a little annoyed. Mostly because my opinion was the incorrect one. I could have saved myself a couple of weeks pain and aggravation by just making an appointment with my regular dentist to have this done. I have the appointment now, but it's still over a week away. Luckily some of the pain is subsiding and my mouth doesn't feel nearly as bad. I just want this to be over with already. I also wish my parents taught me better dental hygiene growing up. I wouldn't have as big of a mess of a mouth as I do now.
I promised myself 2011 was going to be all about taking care of myself. I think I'm doing an okay job of it so far, but this whole dental thing should have been addressed way earlier than now. The year is already half over.
Today I hit a new high (or is that a new low?). I got on the scale and it's the first time I've ever seen my weight at 185. I've come close to it before, but today I weighed in at 185.8 lbs. I didn't believe it, so I weighed myself again. And again. And again. And again. Five times and it came up 185.8 all five times. Of course, I fear this may backfire on me. I've worked really hard at keeping my weight in the high 180s. I've also been promising myself to kick back a little with working out. My logical and emotional sides are now duking it out over this. If I slow down, I'll gain weight. If I keep up the pace, I'll keep down the weight. Aaarrrrgggghhhhh! Today at the gym should be a sign. My body just didn't want to do it. I usually get on the elliptical and set it at level 14. Today I had to bring it down to level 12 and I was still having problems working out. I usually go for 70 minutes, but today pushed with all my might to do 55 minutes. My body was telling me enough is enough. This makes me wonder if I'll go tomorrow. I'd like to since I'm off work, but my body may want to kick me in the nuts for doing it.
I was just looking at the calendar and realized that July (and the rest of the summer, for that matter) is really filling up with socializing. I'm actually looking forward to more than less of it. And it looks like it's going to be a busy summer. Yeah!