On Friday my printer died, and I really, really need a printer, so I paid an extra $39+ to have it delivered overnight. Which, since they're only counting business days, meant Monday. I waited around for FedEx all day Monday (as well as my electrician — fun day!), but the printer never came.
Turns out — Epson put the wrong zip code on the order, transposing two numbers. Everything else was right, though, so FedEx was kind of a moron, I must say. But in any event, I didn't get the printer until today, around noon.
Here was my plan:
- Set up printer.
- Call Epson and calmly insist that they refund my $39+.
- Take a long walk and sweat sweat sweat.
- Pick up Li'l Martini and his giant glockenspiel at school.
- Attempt to set up printer.
And then I looked at the clock and saw that I needed to get to Martini's school.
. . . and he appeared at 2:30, sans glockenspiel, saying, "Mom, I don't know what happened, I left it in the hallway as usual — and now it's not there."
You know, there are days when I can roll with the punches — adroitly deflecting the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. But during the entire time I was waiting for Martini (and trying not to break down and cry), I was reflecting on the fact that not one single thing I'm doing in my life right now is fun.
Boot Camp — not so fun. I was hungry all day yesterday and felt very virtuous — then I weighed myself this morning, and my weight was no different from the day before. This is the opposite of fun. !!!
Editing work — nonexistent, though I keep being "promised" jobs. I was supposed to have a big job today, but the client says he needs another day. I have three large jobs floating in the ozone . . . but who knows when they'll hit. I'm also "auditioning" for another big job, but you just never know. I am so stressed and worried about work and money and what I "should" be doing (whatever that is)!
Church work — beyond frustrating. I am so sick of people who simply take and contribute nothing. I want to slap them all.
Family — I spent the entirety of yesterday reminding the three dopes I live with of what they're supposed to be doing. I love them to pieces, but this is the least charming aspect of each of their personalities.
In any event, when Martini told me his glock was missing, that was my tipping point. I placed my hands gently on either side of my skull (so as to collect the millions of skull fragments when my head surely exploded), then got out of the car and headed into the school. We were finding that glockenspiel or I was leaving a kid behind. One or the other.
And after crawling through a bunch of storage closets, we did find it. (The school is hosting author Rick Riordan tonight, hundreds of people are expected, and the teachers and custodians went on a hall-clearing rampage. I have . . . so many questions, but whatev. We have the glock, all is well.)
Then I came home and called Epson technical support, and the nice foreign man kindly walked me through several troubleshooting options. My printer now works! Again, all is well.
The I called the Epson store and nicely asked them to refund my shipping fees. They countered by offering the difference between overnight shipping and two-day shipping. I could've pushed harder, but again — whatev. I took the deal.
And then it was 4 p.m. and I went into the kitchen and made a margarita.
So — today's Boot Camp may be something of a bust, though I will eat lightly of our produce-heavy dinner (pork chops, rice pilaf, sauteed greens, grilled leeks, carrot sticks, and homemade applesauce) and have only a thin slice of the apple cake I made for dessert. If it's light enough after dinner, I'll walk down our hill to Trader Joe's, and I plan to take a long hot bath tonight.
I will not win any Boot Camp awards today, but my psyche needed this.
Life should be fun. Period.
Cheers! (I'm still sipping my margarita.) (It was pretty big.)
—Lady C, Boot Camp degenerate
p.s. I keep meaning to mention this! I signed up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), pledging to write something like 1,500 words a day for the month of November. It will be a challenge, but I'm excited about it. I'll tell you more later, but now I need to get back into the kitchen.
The sky was inky-black after dinner, so my only walk was upstairs to the tub (though I did eat lightly, having seconds only on greens and leeks — SO good! — and my sliver of apple cake was indeed a sliver). I took a very long, very hot bath and had my light off by 11:15. (Two nights in a row!)
Then I weighed myself this morning, and the scale needle hadn't budged.
So, just to review: Day 1 included exercise and a stringent diet; Day 2 comprised no exercise, two margaritas, and a slice of apple cake; and my weight was the same after each day.
I know that weight is a complex entity and there are lots of other variables involved, but nonetheless: I would not call this encouraging.