Day Thirty-Six
The cake was great. Well, because of the whole wheat flour in it, I think, it was a little dry. I'll double the water next time. And the frosting was too sweet, which was a surprise. But with a few tweaks, I'll have a cake that my husband, a diabetic, and I can eat.
I felt tired when I got up today, but I do feel better, as in, not bloated, not guilty, not fatter.
I went to the pool and walked ninety minutes. At first, I was alone, which I love. Ten minutes later, though, a woman came and swam in the far lane. A swimmer in the far lane, I don't mind at all. A couple of guys with caps, sweat pants, and huge hoodies way too big for them came through, going from the sauna to the gym and back and such, and the one in the gray (as opposed to the black) let the drinking fountain on hard, splashing onto the floor. I was down in the pool, so I didn't think I could do anything about it. I DID think that maybe one of the three men who walked through the pool area might notice, but they didn't. They did have ear buds in, so that was how I excused them. After a few minutes, the swimmer heard the water splashing and got out of the pool to turn off the fountain.
Sometime later, the same guy came in and used the fountain again. Here we go again, I thought, but he didn't leave it running. This shows you how long walking in a pool for ninety minutes is, and how little it takes to alter the landscape and be amusing, if annoying.
Halfway through, the woman got out, and, shortly after, a man got in the far lane to swim. He wasn't as focused on just swimming, but he stayed in the far lane, so I have nothing to report.
The elderly Chinese couple walked in at 7:20 on the dot, just like they do every single day of their lives, as far as I can tell. She is very polite, and I don't mind even sharing my lane with her. Her husband, I do mind, because he gets into the pool with Band-aids and socks on. These are his black socks that he has been wearing in the gym area before coming into the pool area. Also, he wears his boxers--I assume the ones he has been wearing already, into the pool as swim trunks, too. I try not to think about it too hard.
I was proud of myself for doing the whole ninety minutes. I came home and weighed, and was not so proud. I swear being in the water that long makes some of it enter my skin through osmosis. I always weigh slightly more.
Rested, shopped, practiced the organ, did abs. My daughter drove us around all day, trying to get in her forty hours. Made homemade tacos for dinner.
The cake was okay to eat, and I had some. The only thing in it that wasn't "good for you" was 3/4 cup of white flour. In the whole cake.
I felt tired when I got up today, but I do feel better, as in, not bloated, not guilty, not fatter.
I went to the pool and walked ninety minutes. At first, I was alone, which I love. Ten minutes later, though, a woman came and swam in the far lane. A swimmer in the far lane, I don't mind at all. A couple of guys with caps, sweat pants, and huge hoodies way too big for them came through, going from the sauna to the gym and back and such, and the one in the gray (as opposed to the black) let the drinking fountain on hard, splashing onto the floor. I was down in the pool, so I didn't think I could do anything about it. I DID think that maybe one of the three men who walked through the pool area might notice, but they didn't. They did have ear buds in, so that was how I excused them. After a few minutes, the swimmer heard the water splashing and got out of the pool to turn off the fountain.
Sometime later, the same guy came in and used the fountain again. Here we go again, I thought, but he didn't leave it running. This shows you how long walking in a pool for ninety minutes is, and how little it takes to alter the landscape and be amusing, if annoying.
Halfway through, the woman got out, and, shortly after, a man got in the far lane to swim. He wasn't as focused on just swimming, but he stayed in the far lane, so I have nothing to report.
The elderly Chinese couple walked in at 7:20 on the dot, just like they do every single day of their lives, as far as I can tell. She is very polite, and I don't mind even sharing my lane with her. Her husband, I do mind, because he gets into the pool with Band-aids and socks on. These are his black socks that he has been wearing in the gym area before coming into the pool area. Also, he wears his boxers--I assume the ones he has been wearing already, into the pool as swim trunks, too. I try not to think about it too hard.
I was proud of myself for doing the whole ninety minutes. I came home and weighed, and was not so proud. I swear being in the water that long makes some of it enter my skin through osmosis. I always weigh slightly more.
Rested, shopped, practiced the organ, did abs. My daughter drove us around all day, trying to get in her forty hours. Made homemade tacos for dinner.
The cake was okay to eat, and I had some. The only thing in it that wasn't "good for you" was 3/4 cup of white flour. In the whole cake.
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