He Works Hard for the Money (So the A/C Better Work Too)
Journal Entry — Day off
The song that kicked off my day? She Works Hard for the Money by Donna Summer. Fitting, right? Because this morning had me feeling like I was in a sad remix of a home improvement reality show… only the budget is tight, and the host is on the verge of snapping.
So here's how it went: I woke up early—like responsible adult early—because the A/C company gave me a time window of 8 AM to 12 PM. Spoiler alert: they rolled up at 11:03 AM. I’ll take it—it still counts. But just when I thought cool air was on the horizon, they took a look around, shrugged, and basically said, “Yeah, we’ll have to come back another day.”
Great. Add it to the list.
Speaking of which: my toilet is staging a rebellion, my water filtration system is dying a slow, gurgling death, and I’m sitting here wondering if duct tape can solve emotional problems too. It’s like my house is trying to join me on this self-improvement journey, but it's stuck in the “breakdown” phase.
The Gym Files:
Despite the chaos, I did make it to the gym both days—but I couldn’t get a full workout in. Between appointments, phone calls, and trying to locate the mysterious drip in my bathroom, I was lucky to squeeze in anything. Still, movement is movement, right? I lifted, I sweated, I grunted loud enough to make the guy next to me adjust his AirPods.
Frustration Level:
Medium-high, approaching a rolling boil.
It’s not just the A/C or the toilet—it’s the fact that all these things cost money. And money, friends, is what I’m supposed to be saving so I can reach all my goals:
Lose weight
Improve my life
Have a social life that doesn’t involve telling repairmen about my dreams
But how do I do that when everything I own is in some phase of “LOL, nope”?
Hard Truth Time:
I might have to start making some tougher financial choices. That means:
More homemade meals
Fewer impulse buys (yes, even the $3 horror figures at the thrift store. Gasp.)
Budgeting like a boss—even if I hate spreadsheets more than burpees
But I’m still in this. Even if my biceps are sore, my toilet gurgles in protest, and the gym sees more of me than my own friends—I’m in this.
Today’s wins:
Got up early
Didn’t throw anything
Went to the gym (even if I felt like a sweaty background character in a Rocky montage)
Realized it’s okay to pause, reset, and go again
Song of the Day:
“She Works Hard for the Money” – because I do, and my wallet is begging for mercy.
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