I think I'm losing my mind

This week has been relatively boring, thus the reason for my lack of writing. I feel like my weekdays have been reduced to a routine, and a boring routine at that. I'm often so worn out and exhausted when I get home after being at work for 9 hours, that I just crash into lazy television oblivion for the rest of the evening. I've got to do something about my energy level! I can't even make it to the gym anymore. I feel like I'm just in some sort of funk, and I am desperate to get out of it. But I can't start tonight.... because it's Thursday, my favorite TV night!

This morning I took the first step in the quest to rid myself of this apathetic lifestyle I have become so accustomed to. I packed a gym bag and brought it with me to work, and since my arrival this morning at 7:25 AM, it has been staring at me from on top of my file cabinet in the corner of my homey (not really) little cubicle. So at this point, all signs point to me heading to the gym IMMEDIATELY after work. Now that I think about it, I believe going home after work is where the trouble starts most days. I see my cozy bed/couch/husband, and I just lose my will to go back out in the cold just to get all sweaty and yucky. It also does not help one bit that D. is so entirely focused on his stomach, and what we are eating for dinner, that I often times end up breaking down and heading to either the kitchen or some take-out place instead of the gym.

Well anyways, I'm going to get back to work. Oh, actually I think I'm going to go get something to eat. It's lunch time already.... Yea! Only 4 1/2 hours left of work!

Or on the other hand, this sucks, I have to be here for another 4 1/2 hours!

See, I can be a glass-half-full or a glass-half-empty girl from one second to the next. I think I'm borderline bi-polar. I'm telling you, it's a product of the 70's burnt orange carpeted and fluorescent lighted environment I am living in.