I am so proud of myself. I actually got up and worked out this morning. There was a split second decision in my head – should I go back to sleep? – but I hauled my butt downstairs and did it.
It was easier today. I was able to go faster than I’ve been able to previously. And I wasn’t ready to die when I was finished – I probably could have gone longer if I hadn’t needed to get ready for work.
Also, I promise I’ll post something soon that doesn’t have to do with the new me. 
Posted in New Me
Well… I couldn’t get my sorry butt out of bed early enough this morning to work out. 
I fail, and it’s only the second day.
At least tomorrow is a new day!
Posted in New Me
Well I actually got up and worked out this morning.
How long does it take before working out in the morning leaves you refreshed and energized for the day, rather than tired already?
And… it takes 2 weeks to form a habit, right? 13 more days before this is something that I’ll just do instead of having to make myself do it.
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It’s time for some change.
I’ve finally figured out that if I want to have self-worth then *I* have to do something about it. I can’t wait around for someone to see through all my crap and then to validate me. I need to validate myself. I need to drop all the habits I have of putting myself down. I need to make myself someone I like.
This is the season of my life where I work on me. Not my faith. Not my relationships. Not worrying about whether or not the things I’m doing are being frowned on by others. This is all about me.
And I don’t feel selfish at all for saying that.
I started this weekend. I’m really working on having a positive attitude. On being authentic and saying what I think, no matter how it comes across or what someone else thinks about it. And of course, the obligatory working out.
My roommates and I decided about two weeks ago that we would make a chart, and for every 30 minutes of physical activity we do we get a sticker. Once we have 38 stickers, we’ll treat ourselves to Cold Stone. None of us have really been that into it. I had gotten 2, one roommate had 3, and the other had 4. In two weeks.
Stellar, right?
Well I just got my 3rd sticker (which is awesome because I tried working out the day we started and could only do 10 minutes before I wanted to literally kill myself, so I didn’t get a sticker for that activity). And I worked it out with my downstairs roommate so that I can work out in the mornings before work (because, let’s face it, I just *won’t* do it when I get home from work).
And even if I don’t drop a million pounds, at least I’m working towards physical wellbeing. And mental wellbeing *is* tied to physical wellbeing. And I need both. So this is where it begins. I’m working on me, because there’s a stronger woman in me than anyone sees.
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This makes me laugh…
Last night I was thinking about my self worth, and I realized something.
It’s complicated.
And it’s entirely wrapped up in how I perceive other people’s perceptions of me.
I know that I’m a catch. There’s a man out there who will be damn lucky to have me.
But what happens in my head is that I don’t think people out there realize just how cool I am. It seems to me that people don’t get to know me for who I am so they don’t see the awesomeness that is Mandi. And that’s what I internalize. And that’s what I live up to.
Why can’t I just be me?
So I know I’ve disappeared off the face of the earth for awhile. It seems I’ve found better things to do than write things here – which, in all honesty, makes me kind of sad. This place has been such an integral part of who I am. You guys (if there are even any of you left!) have had such a huge impact on my life.
None of you were surprised by my previous announcement that I was definitely planning on moving home. So… this might actually surprise you. My boss has accepted a position elsewhere. As soon as I found out, I let her boss know that if they would promote me, I would stay. We had a long talk/pseudo interview and they all seem to be in board (even the CEO!). It’s not definite. A bettter candidate may come along, in which case I would hope they would give the job to them. But it would be a job that would challenge me and stretch my abilities to some degree. It would definitely be an incredible experience.
But then yesterday, I talked to my family (being mother’s day and all), and dangit if I didn’t get just SO homesick! I pretty much decided last night that I need to stop talking to them on the phone so I don’t miss them nearly as much. It made me realize something though. My life is pretty good right now. This is a huge opportunity for me, but no matter which side of it I end up on, I’ll be happy. I’ll either get this job that I really want, or I’ll be going home. It’s a win-win situation. I haven’t had too many of those in my life.
Well I moved this weekend. The move itself was relatively easy – we were done by 2 on Saturday! Of course, I still have a few things left to pick up and cleaning to do, but that’s the easiest part.
The hard part is getting acclimated to living in someone else’s house. Even though I’ve lived with them before, it somehow seems different now. Especially since the total population of the house has increased to 5 people AND 5 pets (4 adults, 1 baby, 2 cats, 2 dogs, and a fish).
See what I mean?
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