Mondays and me, we're just not friends.

Before I begin, I just want to say that I cannot believe it’s already June 1st. I swear it was just mid-April a minute ago! This year is flying by fast!

Let’s talk Mondays. Monday used to be the day I swore I was going to start something. I was going to get up earlier, I was going to eat better, I was going to exercise, I was going to work on something…Monday is the day!

Then Monday comes and BLECH.



Today, after vowing to start back up on my 30 Day Shredding, and thus FAILING, I decided to just face facts: Monday and I really don’t get along. As a matter of fact, Mondays and I aren’t even frenemies…we’re MORTAL ENEMIES.

In the past, I’d vow to start on Monday, FAIL MISERABLY, and then beat myself up about it. Well, today, on Monday, I made a vow on something I didn’t actually fail at: to stop beating myself up and let Monday be a “whatever” day. And so far, I’m feeling fine.

After the weekend, I have a very hard time returning to weekdays. Weekdays bring the dread of work, traffic, housework, and all the other things I need to do that I dislike. I can barely get out of bed at the latest possible time I know I need to get up or I’ll be horridly late. I can barely keep my eyes open all day and the only thought running through my head is: “You suck, Monday.”

So even though this weekend I said I would exercise and study today, I am giving myself permission to just accept that Monday isn’t a good day for me and let it go. And that’s that! I feel much better after embracing this! Sounds lame, but it’s true!
In sort of related news, you may be wondering what the heck happened with my 30 Day Shred craze. HMMMMM…okay, I’m still crazy about it, and honestly, I was doing extremely well with it when I first started. Then I got horribly ill and I honestly stopped, and didn’t start up again. This falls in with the fact that I planned to start up last month, but time flew by like crazy!

Good news though, I haven’t re-gained most of the five pounds I lost. I’m hovering between 163 and 164, which is a small victory considering I haven’t been very health conscious at all since mid-April! I’ll take every little small victory I can get. (-:

Tomorrow, so-so Tuesday, I will return to the Shred and hope to do as best as I can by August when my mom and Gene return, along with my two brothers, for my Grandmother’s 80th b-day. Let’s see how well I can do!

The ladder still stands as:




Alright, lastly, I have not started studying for the GRE. I will also be starting tomorrow and hitting the books for September. I’m so nervous! Last night I had a terrible dream that I went to take the test and realized I was stupid! The test questions consisted of these really weird number puzzles that I had no idea how to solve. I woke up in a cold sweat!

I better get my butt in gear!

Moving forward?

I realized the other day as I cracked open my GRE 2009 test prep book (and then subsequently closed it a minute late with a "meh") that I really needed a concrete date on which I would be taking the test.

You see, I'm a procrastinator. I need pressure to feel ALIVE, or at least spur me onto goals. Since I had nothing to shoot for test date wise, I had no drive to study. My dad kindly had offered to pay for the test, so I asked him if he was still up for it this morning.

Thankfully, he was. I'm scheduled to take the test on Saturday, September 19th at 8:30am.

That other day when I cracked the book open, I did manage to take the quick diagnostic test, and woooo boy, I have turned dumb. I have so much work to do, it's not even funny. This is why I scheduled the test 4 months into the future because if I didn't give myself adequate time to fill my brain with some sort of knowledge....yah.

I feel in some way like I'm moving forward with my graduate school initiative. It's kind of scary in a way since I've become so complacent and full of nothingness.

Wish me luck and any study tips are welcome. (-: