Just a 'blah' kind of day

It is now the third week of school. For some reason I just cannot seem to conjure up the effort to get my butt to class. I do all the reading. I turn in all my assignments. I even get dressed and ready to go. But for some reason I just cannot seem to get my feet walking on the orange and yellow leaf covered pavement.

I do not know what it is. Today even happens to be sunny and a lot warmer then the past two weeks. Maybe it is just the lack of drive to sit through classes where they lecture on the reading they assigned so you already know what they are talking about. Maybe it is that I do not have someone to walk with, or talk with, while I make my way through campus. Or maybe it is the lack of sugar and caffein in my diet.

Since I have been at school, the only sugar intake I have had are a small box of Oreos and a cup of chocolate mousse.  NO coffee! No coffee is crazy coming from me. I had a coffee every day after work this summer just to get me through the rest of the day.

 

I thought since I am here and I choose my foods that I would try and eat healthy. For the past 4 weeks I have been living off of salads, fruits, and soups pretty much, with the occasional French bread pizza or pasta salad. I work out every few days to one of my awesome work out videos. That Beach Body lady sure can motivate. I just do not know what is with me.

I miss home. I miss my family. I miss my boyfriend. I miss making cookies and cakes. I miss my car. I miss the life I had for the past two years. But you know what, I just need to get a rhythm and some how make sure it keeps me motivated. Now I just need to figure out what that motivation is.

Here is my quote for today: 

Seventy percent of success in life is showing up.  

~Woody Allen

Trip back to school...

boarding the plane

The days leading up to my trip back to OSU were filled with lots of laughter, tears, and happiness. There was also a lot of fear. I hate flying, and I had to fly to get up to school. I packed almost all my things into 2 suitcases and 2 boxes, yes, it was a miracle. I said goodbye, with lots of tears and hugs, its always the hardest thing. Then I sat in an airport for about an hour dreading being 40,000 feet in the air. We bored the plane and sat there ready for take off. I was shaking and scared. I hate flying. 

We took off, and I held on for dear life. I watched 5 episodes of house hunters, which seemed to take like 3 days. Finally we started or decent and guess what, its was raining in Portland. A good welcome back. 

After a few random speed bumps we got everything set up and it was great. Now I get a fresh start and am going to work really hard to finish strong. 

descending to land

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