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The good, the bad, and the hot.
Mar. 1st, 2012 12:00 pmThe Good
Or rather, the tasty. I'm going through 2 food addictions right now. I can't seem to get enough orange Fanta down my throat. Pure calories, pure indulgence. But it's sooooo good. I even chose a Fanta over a Coca-Cola yesterday (*gasp*). Also, now that spring is upon us (and I'm resenting it vigorously), the Easter candy is everywhere. I can pass by most of it, except the Cadbury chocolate eggs - the small ones in the dark purple bag with the pastel shell. HOM NOM NOM. I have been eating them like popcorn. Again, horribly indulgent, but I can't bring myself to care.
The Bad
My thyroid medicine is taking its sweet time to take effect. It can take anywhere from 6 weeks or more for a person to start feeling a difference, and I still have a while to go. My particular brand of thyroid wonkiness is auto-immune in nature, that is my immune system decided my thyroid was a foreign threat and needed to be taken out. Seriously body, WTF. Without the hormones produced by your thyroid, your whole body goes crazy. Bizarro menstruation, brittle nails, hair, and skin, inability to lose weight, depression, wonky temperature control, extreme fatigue, inability to properly process protein. Fun!
The Good
I'm on real medicine now, so a bulk of the problems I've been having for who knows how long are on their way out. Thank the Lord.
The Bad
Work has been.....I don't know how to describe it. Intense, I guess. It's a real struggle to keep my head above water, and my first Real Grown-Up Job Evaluation is this April. We're evaluated on 4 categories (teaching, student engagement, service, and research), and I'm a bit nervous. I'm not sure how they expect us to keep up an active research agenda with a 4/4 load, mentoring, loads of service, and all the massive amounts of additional workshops, meetings, panels, committees, and assessments we're expected to do.
The Good
For a long time I thought my lack of motivation was rooted in the fact that I was just a piece of shit, both personally and professionally. Turns out my body was working against me in a profound way. Looking back, I actually have done a helluvalot despite an absent thyroid.
The HOT
I snagged this from the latest Salmon Fishing in the Yemen trailer. I think Ewan is a bit miscast for this role (he's too young, too pretty, too damn sexy to be a cardigan-wearing emotionally repressed automaton who "finds love late in life." Since when is 40 late in life??)
Anyway, this picture shows off one of my favorite Ewanparts. Those narrow, bony shoulders. UNH. He's so trim and compact and fair....that body just begs for ravishment. He's so alluringly wee, but not scrawny or reedy. And his slim shoulders just drive me wild. Whew.
This image puts me in mind of Oxford or Harvard in the 1920s, a retreat for the rowing team, impeccable grooming and fine spirits served in high ball glasses and not a woman in sight. Mmmmrrrrow.
Or rather, the tasty. I'm going through 2 food addictions right now. I can't seem to get enough orange Fanta down my throat. Pure calories, pure indulgence. But it's sooooo good. I even chose a Fanta over a Coca-Cola yesterday (*gasp*). Also, now that spring is upon us (and I'm resenting it vigorously), the Easter candy is everywhere. I can pass by most of it, except the Cadbury chocolate eggs - the small ones in the dark purple bag with the pastel shell. HOM NOM NOM. I have been eating them like popcorn. Again, horribly indulgent, but I can't bring myself to care.
The Bad
My thyroid medicine is taking its sweet time to take effect. It can take anywhere from 6 weeks or more for a person to start feeling a difference, and I still have a while to go. My particular brand of thyroid wonkiness is auto-immune in nature, that is my immune system decided my thyroid was a foreign threat and needed to be taken out. Seriously body, WTF. Without the hormones produced by your thyroid, your whole body goes crazy. Bizarro menstruation, brittle nails, hair, and skin, inability to lose weight, depression, wonky temperature control, extreme fatigue, inability to properly process protein. Fun!
The Good
I'm on real medicine now, so a bulk of the problems I've been having for who knows how long are on their way out. Thank the Lord.
The Bad
Work has been.....I don't know how to describe it. Intense, I guess. It's a real struggle to keep my head above water, and my first Real Grown-Up Job Evaluation is this April. We're evaluated on 4 categories (teaching, student engagement, service, and research), and I'm a bit nervous. I'm not sure how they expect us to keep up an active research agenda with a 4/4 load, mentoring, loads of service, and all the massive amounts of additional workshops, meetings, panels, committees, and assessments we're expected to do.
The Good
For a long time I thought my lack of motivation was rooted in the fact that I was just a piece of shit, both personally and professionally. Turns out my body was working against me in a profound way. Looking back, I actually have done a helluvalot despite an absent thyroid.
The HOT
I snagged this from the latest Salmon Fishing in the Yemen trailer. I think Ewan is a bit miscast for this role (he's too young, too pretty, too damn sexy to be a cardigan-wearing emotionally repressed automaton who "finds love late in life." Since when is 40 late in life??)
Anyway, this picture shows off one of my favorite Ewanparts. Those narrow, bony shoulders. UNH. He's so trim and compact and fair....that body just begs for ravishment. He's so alluringly wee, but not scrawny or reedy. And his slim shoulders just drive me wild. Whew.
This image puts me in mind of Oxford or Harvard in the 1920s, a retreat for the rowing team, impeccable grooming and fine spirits served in high ball glasses and not a woman in sight. Mmmmrrrrow.
