I’m absolutely exhausted, so here I am, slacking at home, on a Friday night. I kinda like Friday nights in, though. Always have. But I don’t nix doing things weeknights, either, so.

The bike ride Wednesday really slammed my energy to the ground, man. I pushed it out and then found myself having to push hard to get through my days at work. But… I suspect I just need to eat a lot better than I have been, and start taking my vitamins. If I’m gonna play hard, I’ll need the proper fuel. (Keep that up, though, thighs and buns of steel!)

Time to break out the blender, do me some smoothies. Behave. Oh, sigh, behave? I’ve begun, but now I’ll amp it up considerably. The weekend project is to get the food thing sorted. Tidying up the pantry, gutting the fridge and freezer. Making a menu plan for the week, prepping some foods to get that sorted in advance. I make it sound all easy now but the task intimidates the hell out of me. Holy overwhelming starting point, Batman.

But, if I knock it out and get that done, and get to living it, then I’ll have the energy to fight the fight. I kicked ass Wednesday. I was willing to tolerate taking up to an hour to cycle to and from work, considering how early in the year it is and all. Under 50 minutes was great considering my all-time best time is 37 minutes. Ah, I’m gonna kick asses this summer, man. This will be fun.

Yeah. Conquering my food stores will give me good footing, and is financially smart, too. Figure out what I got, use it up, and shop for all new stuff at the same time. Fabulous.

Oh, did I mention? I went all boycut short hair. Very, very short. I was growing my hair out and felt really, really awful. I just had this whole 12-and-awkward-again feeling all the fucking time. So, I’m making it simple… no having to worry how my hair’s holding up or anything like that. I think it’s cute. Others do too apparently but it’s only been a day, so, we’ll see how the feedback goes.

A girl’s got to own a look like this. Super-short hair’s not something you can be ambivalent about, you know? It was scary going under the cut. I was thinking “Am I taking it down just a little too far?” I mean, it’s not Sinead O’Connor, but I’m ready for a career in the Armed Forces, you know what I’m saying? But, cute, really layered and textured with a hint of fauxhawk-ability on the top. Throw in my geek-girl cat-eye specs, great lip gloss and blush, and it works nicely.

Still. I’m just being extreme right now. Come June I’ll start keeping it another inch longer or so, try out the more defined fauxhawk look my stylist wants me to try. That’ll be fun. And, hey, I could be 15 or so pounds lighter, right? And sporting new toning, ooh! It’ll be nice to feel a little rock’n'roll. Long hair’s so conventional. And inconvenient. And impractical for bike-type thingies.

But tonight I want to hole up and die-ish. The after-cycling stiffness and soreness isn’t near what I expected, which means all the pain and grief of climbing stairs has paid off.

Here’s to ramping it up. Yawn. Stretch. Groan. ;)

Ed note: Hilarious. It’s a while later, 11:16, and with my “second wind” I’m puttering around and tidying up. I pick a note up, on the back of a receipt, dated Nov. 10th, 2002: “I love having long hair when it’s windy. I feel like an active participant.” Ha! Ironic, finding that tonight. Oh, well. The plan’s to grow it out next year. Then I can be an active participant again.