The bitch went nuts...

holy fucking shit.... seriously now. (Ben Folds lyrics... go download [itunes] this song.)

So my day went alright. I woke up super early at milady's house due to not being able to sleep well last night, got dressed and got to work super early, relatively speaking. I swung by my pad to pick up one of my favorite sbux coffee mugs, cook oatmeal, and pack some food for work today. I worked seven hours straight and took my lunch to round out hour eight. 

While at work, it was good times. I managed to get in contact with my little bro, who is in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico and managed to call me "fag" from 4,000 miles away over instant messenger... what an age we live in. Me and the sistah I work with had a good time gossiping. I'm hella good at that. I got some serious work done. Like, serious cat, serious work.

While at work, I was really good about my eating, minus the hot chocolate I had this morning (12 points! wtf!?) which did nothing to enhance my much needed Monday-morning-caffeine high I so desperately needed. I had about three cups of watermelon, a WW Smartone lunch dinner, and some coffee (with no Twinkies). All in all, it was good eating.

Due to me getting the fuck out of there early, I went to the gym to use the membership I dished out for a few months ago and do an hour on the eliptical. It was good times. I met up with LouLou from work and I had a great time just chit-chatting. I got home and ate a plate, half-filled with (once-frozen) mixed vegetables and a cup of Rice a Roni. Still having some FLEX(c) POINTS(also-(c)) left, I decided that I was going to nurture this craving for coffee - a soy caramel macchiato. So I go to get it and I literally shit my pants (not literally, but my heart drops).

Lacking motivation...

I'm super serial when saying that I'm lacking motivation to do anything.

Despite throwing down two Benjamins to go take a community college course, I have fallen behind and twice told myself that I want to quit. This is super lame. So I'm at my local sbux (5 point drink) and blogging before I get to work. I'll be here for about two more hours to grind down the caffeine high that I'm working on right now.

I really don't want to hit the gym but I'm going to today, come hell or high water.

I really want to sleep. After taking a three-hour nap last night (bed at 3, wake up at 7 - which was my own damn fault for watching The Office Season 3 commentary), I am feeling tired. Besides a strenuous home visit, I vegged out at work and got all excited/giddy when I got back from lunch to check out the breaking news about John McCain and this super-lame publicity stunt that he pulled today. Lunch was alright, costing about 18 points. That killed my day, but I'm okay with that. Still tracking, being honest about it, and working to get there.

When I got on the scale today, I used the one not at my house to determine that I was the weight that I am. At my parent's house last weekend, I weighed in at 316 on my brother's scale and added four pounds to come to the weight previously posted. I got on my scale, and sho 'nuff, I weighed 320. No gain or loss. So today, I'm going extra gay on my iPod: Fired Up! Volume One.

Will probably even that out with some Blink-182 in homage to that dude that got scorched and whose contribution to pop culture, clothes, and fashion I still have not grown to appreciate despite his personal tragedy.

I'm tracking my shit. I'm gyming it. I'm getting back on track.

In the sense of having a lot going on right now and needing to get shit did*, I can empathize with my clientele in that they have a lot of stuff going on and are having a hard time getting done what needs to get done when drawing up their case plans.

*(c) J-Lerm