I am a mid-night wanderer…yet I needn’t journey far if the bathroom is close by. I’ve never been one to make it through the night without having to pee – except for maybe 3 nights in my life, which I consider to be 3 terrific nights. Yet last night, I wandered at least twice and in the midst of it wondered what the hell was wrong with me that I had to pee so much. I suddenly remembered my “box of rain” and chugging it (I only came for air once). I consumed a whole liter of water right before bed then composed what I thought was a BRILLIANT 5aD line at 1:17 in the morning: “what goes in must come out.” Don’t worry, I won’t quit my day job.
Dropped
kids off here and there, then headed up the mountain to my youngest client, however testing was taking place so I headed right back down the mountain…just in time for a staff meeting. I think I would enjoy these a hell of a lot more if I felt I had anything to offer, perhaps grant info or a firm opinion on something, but I really don’t. I’m so focused on trying to “get it” that I seldom realize there isn’t necessarily an “it” to “get.”
Out and off to another school site, then back for paperwork and more sessions. It was while meeting a client that I saw my reflection in a window: I was putting some “pack” into the packaging, holy shite! The boobs have been visiting all over the place – under my arms, over the bra… traveling little bastards, they are. My thighs have grown to the extent that these pants (which used to be loose not too long ago) are now traveling upwards. Their sense of direction must be way off, as gravity would seem to indicate the pants should travel down. I guess 6 cranberry crunches to myself is counter-intuitive to a “beach body.”
I joke, yet I am thoroughly disgusted with myself. Exercise has been in limbo and eating habits are horrific. Not only did I not care about making wiser food choices, but I willingly plunged myself into bad stuff. I keep telling myself to start running again, but I’m not so sure how wise that would be.
After getting home and cooking a fancy healthy dinner, I showered, the
n the Boy took me for a drive while I played some Dead and Anders Osborne. I’m “watching” game 7 by renewing the screen every few minutes. I’m thinking of going to bed early so I can wake up at 5:30 and maybe “walk briskly and with passion!” around the very large block. Or not.
Pictures: Wicked Tree this morning…she’s beginning to shed her coat; Horses on our night drive.
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