Day Ninety-One

I was up too late, listening to true crime podcasts and waiting for my husband to get home from work.  How has this become my life?

So, I just wasn't feeling it today.  What I was feeling was tired, weak, slow, heavy.  I went to the gym, where I worked out for a little over an hour.  I logged forty-five minutes total on the elliptical, and weight-lifted and did abs.  I found that I could not keep up my usual speed.  Every minute, I wanted to quit.

We had another birthday cake at work today.  You guys, this was that big Costco chocolate cake that has dark-chocolate slab siding.  Before the birthday girl even came into the room, some of my teammates were stealing chunks of chocolate off the sides.  "Can't you people wait until August to have birthdays?" I whined, but they were merciless. 

One woman said to me--I swear I am not making this up--"I just do enough things that I burn it off." 

Tell me the truth--do you guys think she is doing intensive abs morning and night, walking through water ninety minutes at a time, weight-lifting until it feels like her arms will fall off, fasting each and every morning, and doing an hour or more on the elliptical?  No way.  She's older than I am, too.

Life is not fair. 

And she was rude.

So, the bossy woman on the team told her friend with the birthday to go and round up more people to partake of this cake, and, while we were waiting for her to come back, other women in the room where I was trapped with this cake were talking about a new bakery they had discovered, and they described new, expensive cakes they have tried.  It was enough to strangle me.

We sang, the Russian women started to mutilate the cake (the only proper way to cut it, according to them, is to start by cutting a circle out of the center), and I stood to wish the birthday person a wonderful birthday and escape.  She and some others pressed me to partake.  I politely declined.

Get this.  As I entered my cubicle a moment later, my brain said, "Well, now you can have that vanilla cookie."  As if!

On the bright (?) side--I submitted a suggestion of a local crime that was not only never solved, but never investigated, to the crime podcast I am listening to, so I get to wait and see if they take my suggestion.  My older daughter and I had a fun discussion on text about how I have been listening nonstop and am half crazy now, and she apologized for "doing this to me."  No apology needed!  I was a true crime junkie before she was born.  There just weren't podcasts.

I made Spanish rice for dinner (with brown rice, tomato juice, ground beef, onion, and a yellow pepper), and we had the rest of the leftover broccoli with it.  I had my cocoa right after dinner so I can stop fasting tomorrow at 11:20.

I superglued my fingers tonight, trying to fix a rubber thing on my van, so I ought to go into the pool for a long time in the morning.  We'll see.

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