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Over reacting
Alright, so I am making a big deal out of this nonsense. Blame it on my old jeans, they started it. I was happy eating all the Maltesers and Nestles Crunch I could ingest, when suddenly I realized that not any of my old jeans fit anymore. And now I feel so guilty for eating a lot of chocolates today when I promised myself a day after Jonathan left that I will watch what I eat from that day forward. If only I’ve mastered the ability of waking up early to exercise-- but NOT. I’m too lazy to try the new jumping rope I bought recently. I even purchased a DVD of Pilates last year but I never even opened the plastic bag. I need to lose as much weight as possible incase you know. . . one day. But then again that will only be a wishful thinking—my losing weight.
Work from Home
Who says working from home is a dream came true? That is sooooo untrue. I’ve been working my butt for more than 8 hours a day. And I’m talking about 14-15 hours here. Nonetheless this is better than sharing an office with your boss ;-) I couldn’t help but extend knowing that I don’t have to travel to get home or to go to my office. Plus I’m becoming so engrossed with work to the point of helping other colleagues outside my area of responsibility. Ask me if I’m having fun? Indeed! I’ve managed to make work as a hobby especially if Jonathan’s not around. But there is a certain extent. When my man is around everything goes ballistic. It’s like “BOOM”, my daily routine breaks. Just like the song… I’m caught up in the rapture of love ;-) I guess that’s love after all-- giving. It’s not sacrifice. In my opinion love is not a sacrifice because if you love someone, you don’t abstain from something, you give without forgoing. Oppppssss what am I saying here. I don’t make sense. I was just talking about work from home 10mins ago. Well I should better start preparing for bed. Night!
Alright, so I am making a big deal out of this nonsense. Blame it on my old jeans, they started it. I was happy eating all the Maltesers and Nestles Crunch I could ingest, when suddenly I realized that not any of my old jeans fit anymore. And now I feel so guilty for eating a lot of chocolates today when I promised myself a day after Jonathan left that I will watch what I eat from that day forward. If only I’ve mastered the ability of waking up early to exercise-- but NOT. I’m too lazy to try the new jumping rope I bought recently. I even purchased a DVD of Pilates last year but I never even opened the plastic bag. I need to lose as much weight as possible incase you know. . . one day. But then again that will only be a wishful thinking—my losing weight.
Work from Home
Who says working from home is a dream came true? That is sooooo untrue. I’ve been working my butt for more than 8 hours a day. And I’m talking about 14-15 hours here. Nonetheless this is better than sharing an office with your boss ;-) I couldn’t help but extend knowing that I don’t have to travel to get home or to go to my office. Plus I’m becoming so engrossed with work to the point of helping other colleagues outside my area of responsibility. Ask me if I’m having fun? Indeed! I’ve managed to make work as a hobby especially if Jonathan’s not around. But there is a certain extent. When my man is around everything goes ballistic. It’s like “BOOM”, my daily routine breaks. Just like the song… I’m caught up in the rapture of love ;-) I guess that’s love after all-- giving. It’s not sacrifice. In my opinion love is not a sacrifice because if you love someone, you don’t abstain from something, you give without forgoing. Oppppssss what am I saying here. I don’t make sense. I was just talking about work from home 10mins ago. Well I should better start preparing for bed. Night!
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