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My Life Thus Far
Newfound Meaning
What a day...It's been weird, to say the least. I don't
know what I've done this month to deserve such crazy luck,
but it seems like everything that could happen, DID happen
this month. Maybe June will be better? I hope, but before
I delve into my day, I just want to pat myself on the
back. Because even though I've wrecked (and spent $1200
on) my car, had to call in sick at least once every week,
fallen off the diet wagon hard-core and my mother-in-law
is due to visit this weekend (the last weekend Snookie and
I will have together before he leaves for two months), I
think I've taken everything in stride. My attitude has
been pretty good for the most part. I'm kinda proud of
myself :)
I went to the gym, as I always do on my days off, but
today it had newfound meaning. I didn't know it when I got
there, but by the time I left, I could feel it. Corny, but
true. I shit you not. I should have know it would be a
special day (use the word special loosely), because right
as I was in the middle of my elliptical routine there was
a fire drill. Everyone had to file out of the gym into the
rain. Even the people in the pool and locker rooms.
Thankfully, I wasn't one of them.
After the mock-disaster, we were allowed back in and I
went back to my elliptical and continued my workout. 3/4
of the way through it, I over-heard an older man (one I've
talked with in the past) talking with a lady who is always
at the gym. She's always sweating away and working hard,
but doesn't seem to be losing any weight. So, she and the
older man were talking in front of me and me, being nosy
as I am, caught a few snippets of their conversation. They
were talking about me! The older lady was talking about
how hard she was struggling to lose weight and the older
man used me as an example. He told her how much weight
I've lost and how dedicated I am to coming to the gym and
how I moderate my food intake. It made me feel kind of
proud that he was using me as an example, but also kind of
guilty, because I haven't been good lately. I haven't been
sticking with the tools I know I should be using. So,
since I now know that I'm a role model. I feel obligated
to live the clean life that got me to where I am today.
I've done well today. The urge to eat bad stuff is there,
but I'm ignoring it. I need to keep working towards my
goal and when I get there, I need to moderate, so I don't
gain a single pound back.
After the gym, I took a side trip to the Commissary to
pick up some basics then, I came home and had a Lean
Cuisine for lunch. I watched a little of Starting Over
(and fought back tears. It's a really touching show about
broken woman who come to this house and work on fixing
their life. They get counseling, have a life coach that
helps them, and they get support from other woman dealing
with issues. I SO would love going there, but I don't know
how I'd manage 6 weeks away from my girls). After my
lunch, I headed to Silverdale, because I had a nail
appointment at 1pm.
Carly does a marginally great job. I like the way my nails
looked better when I got them done by the Vietnamese lady
in the mall and the drill is faster, but hey, you have to
give a little to get a lot. I LOVE the fact that Carly
doesn't use a drill, my nails are growing in healthier
(which is making them look better, anyway) and it's nice
having a conversation with her, since I can understand
what she's saying. I have no prejudices against Vietnamese
people (or Asians) in general, but the fact of the matter
is, I can't understand some of what they say. I'm just too
American, I guess.
Tomorrow at work we're having a pot luck for Dr. Phillips'
birthday, so I stopped by Costco to pick up something. I
ended up getting a caesar salad kit. They put everything
you need for it in a container and you assemble it when
you're ready to eat it. Everyone else is bringing
unhealthy foods, so I'm bringing something a little less
bad for me.
On my way to pick the girls' up I was driving along and I
noticed that the rental car was pulling to the left really
hard. I pulled over to check and see what the problem was
and guess what??? THE DRIVER'S SIDE FRONT TIRE WAS FLAT!!!
Can you believe my luck with cars this month? I couldn't
believe it. So, I called roadside assistance and they came
and put the donut on it so I could get it back to
Enterprise. I'd just gotten the damn wet dog smell out of
it, too. But, I got a not-stinky car now. A Nissan Sentra.
I can't decide which one I liked better. The Cobalt was
newer, had a better stereo system and I was use to it. The
Nissan is power everything and is a smidge bigger. But, 3
out of 4 speakers are blown, so the radio sucks and it's a
bit more scratched up. Not to mention I've never liked
black cars much. As badly as I dogged out the Cobalt, I
think I liked it better. Oh well, neither one holds a
candle to my Impala anyway, and I'll have it back in about
a week.
I need to go make dinner now. I'm hungry and Annie is
whining for a grilled cheese sandwich. Ciao.
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