Discombobulated

This week feels all discombobulated to me because of the two days off to start the week.  It feels like Tuesday, but it's Thursday, which admittedly is a pleasant turn of events.  Usually it's the other way around and it feels later in the week than it actually is!

My Halloween was honestly not very Halloween-like.  I live in an apartment and we don't seem to get any trick or treaters there, and this proved true again this year.  I went home, ate a really bad for me dinner, lounged a bit and then went to the gym.  The only Halloween thing I did was watch "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown". 

I did see a few cute costumes on the way home yesterday.  I saw a woman probably pushing 55 or 60 dressed as a giant yellow angry bird, a couple of tiny superheroes, a cat, and my favorite of the evening, a little boy around 5 years old dressed as Super Mario.  SO CUTE!  He was on my bus with his mom and couldn't have been more adorable.

As a result of my off week and the storm, I've been overindulging this week in terms of diet.  Not good!  The one good thing is that I've worked out every single day, so I guess that helps a little.  Finally meeting with my trainer again tonight.  He's been out of town since Saturday, and I haven't met with him in a week.  Hopefully he will be kind and skip weighing me until Tuesday to give me some time to get back on track.

So LED guy messaged me to ask me again about going to see a movie on Friday, which is suddenly tomorrow!  I was hoping he'd take the hint, but alas, it's never that easy.  He's forcing my hand to lay it out for him, so I'm going to take care of that today.  Turns out I do need at least a little spark to proceed.  If he'd made me laugh, or if conversation had flowed easily, or if I'd found him attractive....any one of those things could have constituted a spark.  As it was, I didn't detect any real sense of humor yet, conversation was a lot of work more often than not, and I'm simply not attracted to him.  Such is life!

I'm trying to stop beating myself up over not liking this guy, or other "nice" guys.  The fact remains that I'm just not sure I'm in the right place for dating, and that's okay.  I think it's really easy, especially at this time of year, to get caught up in this feeling that I should be trying to find someone.  It gets colder, the holidays loom, and it's a natural pull to want to seek out that companionship and warmth.  But just because it's November and getting colder, it doesn't mean that I can suddenly be ready to date, or be in the right place mentally and emotionally for it.  It just doesn't work like that.  I'll be ready when I'm ready, I suppose.  The world won't end if I end up spending Thanksgiving alone eating a turkey breast and stuffing and watching football all day.  I survived last year without a boyfriend at Christmas, and I'll do it this year, too.

Anyway, that's all I know for now.  Happy thursday!