Feeling tired after 8 hours sleep should be against "Mother Natures" law!! I don't understand my body. Some days, I have less sleep and feel fantastic, other, I sleep maybe 12 hours, and I crave more. I try to get at least 8 hours every night. 

When I was a small girl, my mother used to put me to bed for afternoon naps. I also went to bed at 630pm most nights. This went on until I was in my early teens. Even in my late teens, I would come home from school and take a "Nana Nap" all by myself. I guess I'm just one of those people who requires more. I think my mother pre-programmed my clock to suit her needs. 

It may also be that I started my contract at work, which has me working 5 overnight shifts with only 2 days off in-between. I think I've been spoiled over the last 4 months with 4 days on, 4 days off (that is definitely my preference).

Anyway, I've been dragging my tired ass around all morning. My first appointment today was with the "Food Coach" at the gym. I've joined in this 12 week competition called "Get Foxy"!! (that is the exact reason I joined the gym in the first place, to get foxy, lol!!) 

The "Food Coach" was a lovely lady, I spent 30 minutes with her, comparing battle scars. We both have had "Tummy Tucks", plus she has some other plastic surgery scars on her arms. I will have similar scars, if I elect to take care of my arms too.  

We managed to touch briefly on the subject of "food". She said since I'm following the "Weight Watchers" plan that she happy for me to continue. 

After glancing at her prepared 7 day meal plan, I think I'm happy with the "Weight Watcher" plan too. I saw breakfast meal replacement shakes for breakie. (forget that noise, I love my food)

With 12 weekly appointments booked with her, I left her office and headed out to the "Treadmills". I decided that today was going to be an "Easy" day. "Easy" meaning a slower speed and a lower incline, on the treadmill. I am still a bit sore from yesterdays "Yoga" workout. Not so much from the "Yoga", more from the lifting weights.

I plotted along for an hour until the "Fat Attack" class started. I had already spoken to the leader to explain that I would need to leave 20 minutes early because I was being tortured at the "Dentist" office next door.

OK, SO here we are at the "Dentist". I'm not terrified of dentists, I'm terrified of the "Pain" they cause!! I knew I was in for some!! I've been having tooth pain for about 6 weeks and I've been putting this off because I don't want to feel the pain. 

WELL, This little Mother Fucker has me lie back on his torture chair to "Have a look". He grabbed his chisel and hammer, and I boldly said " What are you going to do with those?". He replied "Ave a wook". 

I, with a "I'll kill you" smirk on my face, nicely told him he won't be needing his tools of his trade today. I think he understood me, cause he dropped the chisel. He only kept his mirror in there to "Ave a wook".

After all the X-rays were taken, him and his fuckin bitch side kick assistant, sit down to begin cleaning my teeth. (They are in need of a bad clean, but it AINT happening today)

Needless to say they didn't get very far!! He grabbed his power tool, (the one I'd like to shove up his ass, sideways) and began "Drilling for Gold". As soon as I felt the pain, I pushed both them psycho fuckers out of my mouth.

I couldn't even stand to have the "Air/saliva" sucker tube in my mouth. The cold air was being sucked next to my sore tooth and I winced. Even the water coming out of the machine was freezing. You would think that they would use luke warm water on patients with cracked teeth. 

Anyway, we didn't accomplish much. I booked another torture session next week. I think he's gonna have to pull out the "Big Needles" for that job. I'm not afraid of needles. He just better make sure he hits the nerve that controls all the feeling in my mouth. Or he may be one "Dead Dentist"!!

Because I had slipped out of the "Fat Attack" class, I didn't have a chance to have a shower and change. I'd gone to the dentist all sweaty, the are literally next door to each other. So I headed back to the gym to shower. 

Next stop on Mondays, is lunch with "Ling". I arrived at Krispy Kreme and was surprised to see a couple people there. Maybe 5. That's a shock for a Monday. I asked Ling if she was gonna get her break, cause 30 minutes in that place is more than enough for me now. I can barely stand the place. 

"Forest Gump" was behind the counter taking orders, so I skipped my drink. I grabbed a cup of tap water, this is the safest order in that place. None of them can fuck that drink up. 

I enjoyed a healthy "Salad Sandwich" as I normally do, but added a large berry yoghurt as a side. My belly was hurting. I over ate. This caused me to feel excessively tired so I headed on home for a much needed "Nana Nap".