Finally, A Weekend. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Saturday. Glorious Saturday! Today is the first day I can remember where I haven’t worked. Yippee. Not that I haven’t thought about it. There’s so much to get done. But I told myself this morning while working out at the gym that’s close to the office that I wasn’t going in today.

There’s a sneak preview of Starsky and Hutch playing at the theater tonight. Just bought a ticket. And the weather has been gorgeous today. And I bought myself a beautiful sleeveless sweater this afternoon. How I’m loving today so much! Talk about a play day.

I teased New NY Guy on the phone earlier this week that I might just buy a plane ticket to NYC for the weekend. I was kidding, of course. The last thing I wanted to do this weekend was go out of town again. But he thought I was serious and he’s been calling and calling. Haven’t called him back yet. Just don’t feel like getting into that BS. He’ll ask me why I teased him so. Whatever. He can come here for all I care. Or buy me a ticket or something. The guy is obviously loaded. He’s either blown me off or hasn’t been in town the last three trips I took there. It’s his turn to put in a little effort.

I’m sick of doing all the work. Bad thing is, I feel like if I don’t make the effort then no one else will. Pffttt on that.

Now it’s Sunday. I swear, my body has demanded sleep this weekend! Fell asleep on Friday night at about 7:30 and I went to bed with a couple of magazines last night at around 10. Was falling asleep as I read. I guess the couple of weeks of non-stop work have really taken a toll.

Starsky and Hutch was hilarious and just the kind of mindless schtick that I was craving this weekend. Stiller and Wilson were greatness (especially since I’d just half-watched Zoolander while I was sick in the hotel in Miami earlier this week). It really brought me back. My brother was a big S & H fan. I sorta watched back then, but didn’t really get a lot of it at the time. I was amazed at how much of the detail I remembered as I was watching. One thing that I noticed was that apparently they weren’t allowed to use the actual TV show theme song, so they had something very similar playing in the background. It’s been driving me crazy trying to remember that old theme song.

And I’ve been driving myself crazy by stepping on the scale every chance I get. I’m obsessed at this point. I now weigh myself at different times of the day, in various states of dress, and both before and after eating. I need to stop doing that and just concentrate on being healthy. While at the gym yesterday, I kept watching myself at different angles. All I need to do is firm up a bit more and I’ll be happy no matter how much I weigh.

The closer I get to my goal, the crazier I get. I have a whole set of “incentive” clothing. I try them on every couple of weeks. These are not things that I’ve had in my closet for a while, mind you. Almost all of my skinny clothes fit me fine (although there is one tiny black dress…). These are items that I’ve picked up in the last year or so that I want to fit into. I bought a pair of jeans (without trying them on first) that have to be labeled wrong because I fit into that size just fine in any other brand. But it’s making me crazy that I can’t fit into this particular pair. So yesterday, I actually got the top button buttoned!

See how insane I’ve gotten? This is what happens to a woman who has nothing else to concentrate on but work and her lack of sex.

Looks like it’s gonna be a gray, rainy day. I think I’ll get myself going. I desperately need to do laundry and clean the apartment. But I also desperately need to go to the office and do some of the maintenance stuff that I’ve had to let slide. I have tons of expense reports to do from trips past because the bills have already arrived and need to be paid! I need to organize both at home and at work. I want to feel caught up, but I know that’s impossible. At least I can feel like I’ve made a dent, though.