Day Seventy-Four
I am a little worried, because my last antibiotic pill was taken yesterday morning, and I am still coughing up green stuff, but I hope I will be okay.
That meant that I had to really fast--without eggs and tomato juice--till sixteen hours were up.
But, first, I finished my abs, then went to the gym. I was so tired last night that I only did three sets of abs. I didn't fall asleep really early. Well, I did, until a child texted me. But I was pretty restless all night. By five-something, I had had enough sleep, but I sure woke up a lot. I finally told myself to stop being anxious about anything--if that was it, I don't know, and that's how I got my last two hours.
I did not have as much time at the gym as I wanted, because I have to go in to work earlier on Tuesdays. So I started with the morning abs and weight-lifting, to make sure I got it all in. I still did one song of those to two songs on the elliptical, and it worked out fine. My whole workout was about fifty minutes, with thirty-four on the elliptical, or ten songs. This is not as hard as I thought it would be. What I liked: the variety of the alternation. What I didn't like: weight-lifting while sweaty.
I made my eggs, as usual, this morning, but I packed them up to eat at ten-thirty or eleven. I remembered I had had my hot cocoa about six-thirty last night. We had staff meeting this morning, though, and the person who was supposed to bring treats brought pita bread, seasoned chicken, and cucumbers, and the woman who thought she was supposed to bring treats brought and prepared four kinds of fruit--cantaloupe, strawberries, grapes, and peaches.
At first, I planned to just wait until ten-thirty to eat. But then I decided to get a plate and save it until ten-thirty. The chicken was in a crock pot, and I knew it would be cold ninety minutes later, so I didn't get any chicken. I imagined I would just get up and add the chicken when I could eat. But I was sitting next to the woman who had brought the food, and when she asked me if I didn't want chicken and I found myself telling her I couldn't eat until ten-thirty, I felt pretty silly.
And the food was gorgeous. Just so yummy looking and smelling. I thought about how I had had supper about five-thirty, and my cocoa after it, and I decided--this once--to eat at nine-thirty. Even if it was only technically fifteen hours, I decided waiting longer was kind of dumb in this situation. So, at nine-thirty, I got up and got some chicken, and I ate along with the rest of my team, instead of waiting long after they were all done, which would honestly look awkward.
What I didn't intend to do was to aspirate a drop of the spicy chicken juice and begin the coughing fit from hell. It was immediately apparent that I was not going to gain control, so I picked up my water jug and left the room. But I was coughing so hard that I couldn't even sip any of the water for what seemed like quite some time. People, I am not supposed to be coughing AT ALL, and here I was.
The people working outside of that conference room became very concerned about me. Several asked me if I was okay. One pressed four cough drops into my hand. I thought someone was going to call the paramedics. No one, however, seemed to have a box of tissues on their desk. I made my way to the bathroom to get some toilet paper, and the janitor was cleaning it. So it was technically closed, but I went in, anyway. The janitor was in the first stall, so I went to the second stall, and the toilet paper dispenser was open and the toilet paper was not secure. So I leaned my arm holding my water mug against it so I could tear off a decent piece. You understand, I am coughing my head off this whole time.
When I was finally able to go back into the meeting, I popped one of the cough drops into my mouth and gave three back. It still took a while before it stopped tickling the back of my throat. Whew!
After the meeting, I ate my eggs. I ate my honeymoon salad. Late in the afternoon, I ate my soup. I threw my peach away because it had become moldy in the hours it was in my bag. I ate my cherries. I never made it to my apple. Supper was hamburger stroganoff and summer squash. I had a small portion of the main dish and a large portion of the squash. In fact, it filled up half my plate, just as suggested. I had my cocoa right after dinner so I can eat sooner in the day than noon tomorrow. I don't like to wait that long. I have work to do and need to be able to think. So I'm going to do this sixteen-hour thing, but I am going to try to be done eating by six or six-thirty as often as I can, so that I do not have to go very far into my work day without sustenance.
I was solidly back on the --1 on the scale, though, which means I really have lost nine pounds.
I did have to put about five outfits down to the end of my closet, though. I am just not ready. I hope when I get to them next time, I will be.
Time to do abs--AGAIN!--and go to bed.
That meant that I had to really fast--without eggs and tomato juice--till sixteen hours were up.
But, first, I finished my abs, then went to the gym. I was so tired last night that I only did three sets of abs. I didn't fall asleep really early. Well, I did, until a child texted me. But I was pretty restless all night. By five-something, I had had enough sleep, but I sure woke up a lot. I finally told myself to stop being anxious about anything--if that was it, I don't know, and that's how I got my last two hours.
I did not have as much time at the gym as I wanted, because I have to go in to work earlier on Tuesdays. So I started with the morning abs and weight-lifting, to make sure I got it all in. I still did one song of those to two songs on the elliptical, and it worked out fine. My whole workout was about fifty minutes, with thirty-four on the elliptical, or ten songs. This is not as hard as I thought it would be. What I liked: the variety of the alternation. What I didn't like: weight-lifting while sweaty.
I made my eggs, as usual, this morning, but I packed them up to eat at ten-thirty or eleven. I remembered I had had my hot cocoa about six-thirty last night. We had staff meeting this morning, though, and the person who was supposed to bring treats brought pita bread, seasoned chicken, and cucumbers, and the woman who thought she was supposed to bring treats brought and prepared four kinds of fruit--cantaloupe, strawberries, grapes, and peaches.
At first, I planned to just wait until ten-thirty to eat. But then I decided to get a plate and save it until ten-thirty. The chicken was in a crock pot, and I knew it would be cold ninety minutes later, so I didn't get any chicken. I imagined I would just get up and add the chicken when I could eat. But I was sitting next to the woman who had brought the food, and when she asked me if I didn't want chicken and I found myself telling her I couldn't eat until ten-thirty, I felt pretty silly.
And the food was gorgeous. Just so yummy looking and smelling. I thought about how I had had supper about five-thirty, and my cocoa after it, and I decided--this once--to eat at nine-thirty. Even if it was only technically fifteen hours, I decided waiting longer was kind of dumb in this situation. So, at nine-thirty, I got up and got some chicken, and I ate along with the rest of my team, instead of waiting long after they were all done, which would honestly look awkward.
What I didn't intend to do was to aspirate a drop of the spicy chicken juice and begin the coughing fit from hell. It was immediately apparent that I was not going to gain control, so I picked up my water jug and left the room. But I was coughing so hard that I couldn't even sip any of the water for what seemed like quite some time. People, I am not supposed to be coughing AT ALL, and here I was.
The people working outside of that conference room became very concerned about me. Several asked me if I was okay. One pressed four cough drops into my hand. I thought someone was going to call the paramedics. No one, however, seemed to have a box of tissues on their desk. I made my way to the bathroom to get some toilet paper, and the janitor was cleaning it. So it was technically closed, but I went in, anyway. The janitor was in the first stall, so I went to the second stall, and the toilet paper dispenser was open and the toilet paper was not secure. So I leaned my arm holding my water mug against it so I could tear off a decent piece. You understand, I am coughing my head off this whole time.
When I was finally able to go back into the meeting, I popped one of the cough drops into my mouth and gave three back. It still took a while before it stopped tickling the back of my throat. Whew!
After the meeting, I ate my eggs. I ate my honeymoon salad. Late in the afternoon, I ate my soup. I threw my peach away because it had become moldy in the hours it was in my bag. I ate my cherries. I never made it to my apple. Supper was hamburger stroganoff and summer squash. I had a small portion of the main dish and a large portion of the squash. In fact, it filled up half my plate, just as suggested. I had my cocoa right after dinner so I can eat sooner in the day than noon tomorrow. I don't like to wait that long. I have work to do and need to be able to think. So I'm going to do this sixteen-hour thing, but I am going to try to be done eating by six or six-thirty as often as I can, so that I do not have to go very far into my work day without sustenance.
I was solidly back on the --1 on the scale, though, which means I really have lost nine pounds.
I did have to put about five outfits down to the end of my closet, though. I am just not ready. I hope when I get to them next time, I will be.
Time to do abs--AGAIN!--and go to bed.
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