I’m in Malaysia for work right now.
Because of course I am. This all happened in about four days last week, when they decided I should visit our campus here. Currently halfway through a six hour layover in KL before I take my next flight.
Best part: I’m battling the cold/flu/sinus infection from hell. I woke up feeling like death on Friday and it’s not getting any better. I went to the doctor yesterday and she offered to give me a med certificate for four days because I’m so bad. I explained that wasn’t an option, and that I just needed ALL the drugs. So I’ve got antibiotics, the good sudafed and cough syrup.
Even with that I thought my head was about to explode when we were landing. You know in the HP books when he says his head is ripping apart? I finally know what that feels like, because the pain was from my life sinus up through my eye to my forehead. Sharp, weird pain. I expected pressure, but not that. Really took my by surprise.
Been up since 4:45am. Not landing at my final destination until almost 9pm. So hopefully to the hotel by 10pm. Lord help me.
I can’t believe it’s been 13 years
My hometown lost 12 people. And the one thought I will always have about this day is the strength of one of the widows left behind. She had two young children, and her husband couldn’t afford a diamond ring when they got engaged, and they just purchased simple gold bands when they were married. But every year since then, he saved up a little bit - just a little - to buy her an engagement ring. He told her that for their 20th anniversary, he would buy her the ring she always deserved.
That year was their 20th anniversary. I babysat the kids for the day, because I’d been over there quite a lot.
She took the money he’d scrimped and saved and she took herself to Tiffany’s, because he always wanted to give her that little blue box. And she bought herself the most beautiful engagement ring, put it on her finger and carried on.
She didn’t make a fuss, but whenever anyone commented on her ring after that she would just say, “My husband bought it for me.”
Today I remember those we lost, and mourn for the moments they never got to experience.
Officially off the fitness wagon
For reals. I’ve been horrible lately. And you’re probably thinking “you can’t be that bad!” But oh no, I have.
I just came home and ate raw s’mores. As in stale graham cracker, un-melted marshmallow and Hershey’s. Yup.
And haven’t worked out in about a week. Between the new job and this trainer, things have just not clicked. I’m starting with the new guy in two weeks, though, so hopefully that kicks me into shape again!
And the husband is FINALLY coming home Friday! It’s been a month. I can’t wait to have healthy, home cooked meals again.
I *love* my job
Just got an email from a student thanking me for my hard work, and saying how grateful she is that students are allowed to express their opinions in class discussions. As a Chinese student, she apparently isn’t used to expressing her ideas and voicing her thoughts, and she wanted to thank me for listening to her.
I had no idea how rewarding teaching could be. I cursed out my students for the first time this week (they were texting in class… and by class I mean a 20 person tutorial/discussion section, so it wasn’t even subtle). Between that and being sick, I was feeling pretty worn down. But this makes all the asshats totally worth it: I love that I’ve impacted someone.
Honestly, I never would have thought I’d end up where I am. I have a Bachelor’s in History/American Studies from a university outside of Boston, and a Master’s in Business Journalism from a university in Chicago. I grew up outside of NYC. How I ended up teaching Business Communications to students in Perth, Australia just astounds me, but I couldn’t be happier with my life right now!
Moral of the story: Take some risks. Don’t just do the easy thing. Take some massive, scary risks and end up somewhere bright and shiny and new and unimaginable to your younger self. It’s worth it.
No time for being sick!
So I had my first ever work trip last weekend (!) and it was to Hong Kong! It was really interesting, but I was working all weekend. I got home around 12:30am on Monday night/Tuesday morning, and I’m so wrecked.
Yesterday I came home sick in the afternoon, fell asleep around 3pm, woke up around 7pm and fed the cats, showered, then went back to sleep until I had to get up at 6:30 this morning for work.
Fever, body aches, and not even hungry at all - which for anyone who knows me, is SO WEIRD! I’m blaming it on the exhaustion. I haven’t been able to do a workout for the past few days, but I’m due to see my trainer tomorrow. I’m hoping I feel up to it.
Other news: The trainer is quitting the gym! This seems to have happened really quickly - Tuesday she was confirming my Wednesday appointment, then yesterday she texted to say she’s quitting and couldn’t see me. Given how sick I felt, I figured that was a good thing.
But that means I’ll definitely be swapping trainers in the next few weeks. I’m hoping the next one will be able to motivate me a bit better. The meal plan she gave me a few weeks ago was just too strict. I can’t go from crap eating to Paleo in a few days. I also don’t *want* to follow a Paleo diet. I know it works for a lot of people, but for me it’s just not sustainable. I don’t believe in doing a crazy/strict diet to get to my goal weight, then adding things back in. I’d rather go gradually: slow and steady wins the race.
Ideally I’ll swap to the male trainer at the gym, who has a very holistic approach to health. He looks at your mental health, stress level, etc. and works out a program that works with your lifestyle to get you healthy inside and out. I think that will work better for me.