I feel icky

Everytime I think that, I hear the tune of "I feel pretty." So my song is: I feel icky, I feel icky and shitty and gross." Creative, huh?

I don't know what my deal is. Granted, the St. Patrick's festivities and little sleep that night didn't help, but that was Monday, and it is now Wednesday. Definitely not still hung over. I couldn't sleep last night, was up until 6 a.m., and now, I have tons of stuff to do but feel like I spent the morning in a dumpster.

I'm sorry to be back to whining. But I do have a point.

On days like this, I consider my lifestyle. My pack-a-day habit, my caffeine addiction, my love of salty, crispy, and sweet foods, and my aversion to exercise. If I could change just one of these things, I'd probably feel ten times better. If I changed them all, I'd probably have the energy of a 12-year-old. And I know it's all within my control. I've decided to climb other moutains with much success, but the healthy living mountain has giant "Keep Out" signs all around it. My mom always tells me she doesn't understand why I accomplish everything I say I will accomplish except quitting smoking and taking better care of myself. I don't know either.

The way I prioritize my life, work (grading, class plans, writing) comes first, friends and family second, reading and blogging comes next, watching TV and sleeping after that. Healthy eating and excercise get bumped to the bottom and so when I'm stressed out I smoke and eat chips. Great. See how well that's working.

Jay & Dawson, two of the healthiest people I know, gave me the "just ten minutes a day" speech last week. Actually, Jay has been giving me the "quit whining and do something" speech since about 5 minutes after I met him, but I haven't been taking his advice. Maybe I will reevaluate my priorities. Maybe I will stop whining and do something.

For now, I'm going to go make an omelet and clean my apartment. We'll see what happens after that.