Day Ninety-Eight

The best thing about today was that it was my last day at work before my hundred days is up.  I left there with my little vanilla cookie intact and no birthday cake eaten.  

It is interesting, though, how funny my brain is.  Even though I had felt like I had just about made it and gotten out of there free, the second I opened the front door to my home--where I feel I am usually safer, my eye fell immediately on the vanilla sandwich cookies I had bought for the parade.  This rebel in my brain called out that now that I had made it home and the hundredth day was close at hand, I could go ahead and eat a vanilla cookie.

I am going to have to seriously deal with this guy.  I don't know who he is, but he is merciless.

I thought I would have a better workout today, and I guess it was better in that I accomplished a longer weight-lifting routine, but I still only did twenty-eight minutes on the elliptical.  Not bad, but not my best work, either.  It was all I had time for, though.  

I haven't taken a walk at work in weeks.  I spend my breaks listening to podcasts.  

I brought to work more than I ate today.  I had finished eating dinner last night at five forty-five, so I could eat at nine forty-five.  Those last minutes are always hard.  I keep looking at my computer clock and counting them off.  It seems like there are always at least seventy-five to go when I start counting.  Not today, though.  

I ate my eggs and my leftovers.  Someone on my team had brought a treat.  It was tuna salad with hard breads and crackers.  I had more of that than I maybe should have, but I rarely get to indulge.  I think I am getting tired of being austere, and want to indulge myself again.  I know the end of this project is just around the corner, and that is probably not a good thing.

I had an extremely busy afternoon.  Two other people came in to see me at the same time as my two intakes.  I had to juggle that.  And then one of the intakes took extra long because I had to hold an impromptu extension staffing hearing during it, and I had to round up a supervisor for that, when there was none in my building.  So I had to get a supervisor from another office to join the meeting by phone.  By the time I was finally finishing the second intake, another person came to see me.  This is a person I had been begging to come in and assuring I would be there for.  I was supposed to leave at four o'clock to go get some bloodwork done, but I ended up not leaving until four-fifteen.  I have to be proud of myself, though, because I got all the notes written on all these people before I left.

So, I didn't eat any of the fruit I had brought.  And then I did a dumb thing and grabbed a roll when I stopped at home to get my charger for my phone, which had gone completely dead.  So, today I had one roll, yesterday, too, and the day before, three.  At least I am going in the right direction.

I made a new recipe for dinner tonight, a honey-garlic chicken.  I made brown rice to go with it, and flavored it with chicken broth.  I had to go to the store to get green beans and cherry tomatoes, which I had not realized were part of the recipe, and we did not eat until seven o'clock.  I had my cocoa right after, so I can eat at eleven-thirty tomorrow.

I did my abs, listening to a podcast.  It's about the only way I can make myself do them anymore.  They are not really hard, just mundane and boring.