Sometimes my job is just boring.
Now would be a prime example.

Avert your eyes… geek talk follows.

One of the software packages my users use has a proprietary database that stores all sorts of multimedia files. It doesn’t take much to make it get errors. It needs to have maintenance done a regular basis. (I’d explain database maintenance, but none of you care. None of you.)

Last week some idiot, (that bastard that screamed at me the other week, actually,) ran a server utility on the sever while the users were using this package. Ever since their software hasn’t run correctly. I told them to run maintenance.

They say they did but the problem persists.

So here I am running maintenance, which amounts to clicking next and waiting.

And waiting.
And waiting.

One of the tables seems to be FUBAR. Because the database is proprietary, there is nothing I can do but wait to see if the maintenance utility can fix it. If it can’t… well lets not think about that yet.

The point is, I have nothing to do but sit here. And wait. At least I have my iPod to amuse me.

I am bored. And hungry too.
I think I have many days of hungry in my future.
Damn. Now I’m think about food. This isn’t working well at all.

Bored and hungry. This no way to spend the day.

It is time for me to lose some weight and get back in shape.

I’m sick of feeling like shit all the time.

The last few months, I’ve been tired, moody and just plain cranky. During that same time frame I’ve gained about 15 pounds. I have no doubt that two are related.

Couple that with how thoroughly my ass was kicked by the trail the other weekend, and I really have no choice.

I’ve read over the past few years volumes of information on weight-loss and nutrition, but I’ve been unsatisfied with the results I’ve had with their recommendations. I still with what has worked in the past. For the next few days, I will embark on a very low-calorie diet. Once I can’t stand it anymore and my appetite and stomach have had things put in perspective, I will increase my calorie intake to a reasonable, but still low level. Add exercise and there you have it. Sounds easy easy enough. I just have to confront my life-long love affair with food, along with my aversion to the gym.

The gym really does creep me out. I don’t know which is worse the fat middle aged women in skimpy work out outfits or the meat heads strutting around flexing and primping. I hate people and there are too many of them at the gym. If that wasn’t bad enough (and trust me it is,) my knees and ankles are screwed up from hiking. While they are healing, I won’t be able to run on the treadmill, which is my exercise of choice. I’ll be reduced to power walking with the soccer moms. The inhumanity of it all.

But I’ll try real hard not to think about all that. I need to focus on the goal, which is to lose about 25 pounds. I have to. I can’t go around feeling like shit all the time. And I know, from experience, that this will help.