Give your blog a personality test. My blog’s personality:

ESFP – The Performers
The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead – they are always at risk of exhausting themselves.

They enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation – qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

I took a personality test at work a few months ago, and I was a Senser.

Sensers
Place a high value on action. They thrive on getting things done here and now, without unnecessary and time-consuming deliberations. They are direct, down-to-earth, and energetic.

Close, but geez…my blog is a little too touchy-feely for me.

The Cardiovascular Health Program is going strong. I haven’t drank a Monster or a Coke (the ones with vanilla vodka don’t count) and haven’t eaten a whole bag of Flat Earth Farmland Cheddar chips or a whole California Pizza Kitchen margherita pizza in three weeks. You might think I’m withering away, but unfortunately, I’m not. I still haven’t gotten off my lazy butt and done something strenuous, besides walking thirty minutes everyday at lunch and taking eight flights of stairs in the parking garage every evening. And my mentor agreed, that’s nothing. Gee, thanks.

My mentor did remind me that Thanksgiving and Christmas are just one day. I have to try not to fall completely off the wagon. Thanks again.

Catazon’s Week 2 of the Cardiovascular Health Program
Weight = 190.4
Anxiety Level = 5 (sweet potatoes, broccoli cheese casserole, and all kinds of pie, oh my!)

First of all, we all know I’m a horrible person. I hit people I don’t know, I make fun of coworkers, and I just have a bad attitude in general. Yet, I have never, ever, ever thought that The Kitten was not the most beautiful, funniest, and smartest girl in the world. Until she brought home her first report card…

The Kitten got an N (needs improvement) in “Recognizes letters and letter sounds.” When I saw that, all the doubts surfaced. She won’t be just like me; she’ll fail Senior English just like her dad. She’ll have to study instead of forgetting there’s a test and still making a B. And if she’s below average in academics, then she might be below average in athletics, too. Oh, please Lord, just let her look like her dad and not take after him in everything!!! All those negative thoughts raced through my head.

Then I remembered that the one thing I promised myself not to be a horrible person about is the most beautiful, funniest, smartest girl in the world. So I help her with the letters as much as I can without either one of us getting discouraged, and I keep on telling her she’s the most beautiful, funniest, and smartest girl in the world.

You know what is totally unfair? I have high cholesterol because my GOOD cholesterol is off the charts. My bad cholesterol is within desirable limits, but my GOOD cholesterol is so high that the doctors take a look at the overall number and tell me I need to fix it. Now it doesn’t seem right to fix what ain’t broke, but whatever…I’ll do something. Six months ago, when my doctor told me to exercise more, I just laughed. Okaaay. I figured I might should cut out the avocados instead…that should give the GOOD cholesteral a kick in the ass. Then last month, my job tells me I can get $200 off my insurance costs next year if I start a cardio program, and I sign on the dotted line as fast as I can. Besides the fact that I’m only exercising about NEVER now that I quit derby (between a swollen knee and another broken toe, it has been next to impossible), I wouldn’t mind getting down to my “don’t hate me because I’m beautiful” weight again. That’s only a few pounds lighter, so don’t feel so bad that I still look so good when overweight.

But…what the hell have I done? Now I really do have to skip the guacamole, for at least twelve weeks. I have to talk to some person once a week about crap like “wellness vision” and affirmations. I have to write down what I eat (wow, my hand is going to hurt) and how often I exercise (does all the writing count as exercise?). I’m so driven to be the best at everything I do that I know it’s going to work, but why does it have to be so annoying to be healthy?

Catazon’s Week 1 on the Chevron Cardiovascular Health Program
Weight = 193 (I am not ashamed of this at all.)
Total Cholesterol = 243 (Guess we’ll see what happens with this in a few months.)
Anxiety Level = 3 (On a scale of 1 to 10, I’m dealing now, but just wait till Christmas.)

The past couple of days I’ve been noticing my shoes sliding off my heels and my toes digging in to keep me from walking out of them. Is it coincidence that the last time I had skates on was over a month ago? Before that, the last time I went a month without skating was April of 2007 when the hardware was removed from my ankle. I knew my feet were in bad shape from over a year of repetitive stress, but I had no idea they were actually BIGGER! Hmm, should I buy new shoes or go back to destroying my body? …Yay for new shoes!!!