Last night I mentioned to Cro that I had been adding four 12-ounce glasses of water (plain ol' water) to my day and he asked "can you tell a difference?". Hmm, well I have to run to the bathroom much more often but I'm not really sure what "difference" I'm looking for. I guess I need to read about the benefits of drinking lots of water again but ARE there tangible differences to be seen or is it just something I'm doing because I know it has to be good for me to not be dehydrated. Whether I can see a difference or not, I think it has been a good thing so far.
I feel like one of those skiing dudes who find themselves buried in an avalanche of snow (work) and no matter how much progress he makes toward regaining the surface, small tremors send more snow (work) over his efforts. So he keeps digging upward. What else can he do? I don't see myself being completely on top of this snow (work) until after next week is over. I even earmarked next Thursday and Friday as vacation days but fully expect those two days to either NOT be vacation days or to be used as vacation days in which I'll be able to work on one very important immobile and looming deadline without interruption from all the other mini-avalanches.
*end moment of over-dramatization*
It's not over-dramatization really though. That pretty much exactly describes my situation for the last two weeks and what is to come for the following week ... sans-snow.
I wore my skin-hugging shirt today and I feel very vulnerable not having billows of clothing to hide me. :P I made myself wear it anyway ... I've gotten compliments each of the two times I've worn this so hopefully today won't be the day that they whisper about how fat I still am. It was either this or a lite sweater that would be comfy, but has seen too many frequent repetitions lately.
*update. 2 meetings and 1 deadline down. 1 meeting and 1 more deadline to go before I go home today.