Day Thirteen

I woke up this morning about five-thirty, and, even though I was still tired, I knew I should get up and get to the gym.  So I did get up.  Somehow, it took me an hour to get out of the house, so I only had forty minutes for the elliptical.  Nevertheless, I did exercise vigorously and burned almost one-tenth of a pound, according to the machine.  As much as I wanted to be able to report that I dropped another pound and got down to the --2, it didn't happen.

 I had servicemen coming to my house today, and I wasn't sure what time they would be coming, but I used my intuition, which worked well.  I had just finished my face and hair after my shower when they knocked.

 I thought maybe I would get back to the gym, but that didn't happen, either.  When my children came home from school and saw me there, they had things for me to do and places for me to take them.

 I made a nice lentil soup for dinner, which was perfect, since I was home to dump vegetables and chicken broth into the crockpot.  I don't often use my crockpot, because I don't have time to assemble dinner before I leave for work. No work today meant I did have time.

 Before dinner, I was hungry in the afternoon.  I talked my husband into heating salmon burgers for us--just the meat, not a bun, and that took the edge off my hunger.

 One of my sons was in a concert at the high school tonight, and we went to that.  For high school performers, the concert was truly great, and I enjoyed it.  I thought about how good it is to immerse myself in things other than food that are truly enjoyable and soul-filling.  One of the pieces played was "Five Variants on Dives and Lazarus" by Ralph Vaughan Williams.  The music washed over me like a good, warm bath, and I thought about how the theme presented at the beginning was like going to sleep with a tune stuck in your head, and the variations on it were like your subconscious catching hold of the tune and doing what it will with it in dreams.  

 After the concert, I went to book club, and I found that there was nothing among the food being served that I could eat.  Actually, there was good stuff--some kind of cheesecake with a chocolate sauce, and chips and salsa.     I immediately dismissed the cheesecake as an option because it would have sugar in it, and I looked at the chips, but they just looked like carbs to me.  I was honestly FINE!  I had had a nice breakfast of two fried eggs and homemade oatmeal bursting with berries again, I had had the end of the homemade potato salad for lunch and salmon for a snack.  I had had dinner.  I didn't need anything else.  I did not feel at all sorry that there was not something for me to eat.  Surprise!

 What a wonderful development.

 After a stimulating discussion, I went home and made my sugarless cocoa and went to bed.  Tomorrow is another day, and maybe the scale will please me.

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