Monday, March 4, 2013
The Facts of Life, How They Oft Sucketh
Yesterday I took a walk and lifted weights and did wall-push-ups; today I have very sore armpits (but oh how fit they will be! the envy of every flabby armpit gal in New England!) and lost nary a pound.
And I am crampy and bloody and expelling tiny clots that look like chunks of raw liver, sorry, I know this is disgusting, but that's what I'm dealing with. So now you know.
And my Math Practice kids were little pissheads again, and I grow weary of them.
And I finally broke down and wrote to the potentially lucrative client, trying not to whine, and asked so nicely, so politely, when I might hear from them? Answer: Probably not for several months, they are just so so so busy with their big important work. (She said it graciously, though.) So even if I do get this job, it won't help me any time soon.
But: We had a lovely healthy dinner, cooked by me and Mimosa — salmon and asparagus and green salad and apple salad and yeast rolls, and I ate lightly and drank lots of water and will not have anything else tonight (except coffee, of course).
And last night I met the parents of the kids I'll be teaching UU sex ed to starting next Sunday, and they were great, and I adore my co-teacher, and it's going to be a blast.
And even if I haven't lost any more weight, I feel like I'm back on track.
And I just had a lovely chat with Zanny, and we're planning a road trip to Toronto (SO. MUCH. FUN. I hope it happens!!), and that was cool.
And spring is coming.
And tomorrow is another day.
And now I'm going to sink into hot bubbles and read one of my three good books and embrace my bottle of Motrin and my Super-Plus Tampax Pearls, the greatest feminine hygiene product ever invented. Most of the time I love being a girl, but every 21 days . . . man, having a functioning uterus sucks.