I get up on time, but a series of small annoyances prevents me from getting proper exercise, a less than ideal way to start the first post-holiday week letdown. With a big day ahead, a pull out a purplish-grey one-button jacket and a black sheath dress. I’ve had this outfit for 15 years, and it actually looks like it’s kind of back in style. (Postscript: I got more compliments on this outfit. And when I said, “This old thing?!” I meant it.)
I drink 32 oz. of water.
I get a big shoutout at the Monday morning senior leadership meeting. Smile! Who needs food when my ego is full?
More water, and some turmeric tea.
In my office, I notice a fruit fly swarming around me. Eek! I must be absolutely disgusting! Horrified, I turn on my peppermint oil defuser and hope it skedaddles.
A meeting I’ve been dreading goes better than I expected. Hurrah! I grab another shaker cup full of ice water. As I scamper back to my office, hoping not to get trapped into any long conversations, I catch a glimpse of myself in a glass window. I’m looking good – legit good, with my well-fitting jacket, bright skin and bouncy brunette hair. It’s one of those winning days! I smile, but wonder briefly if my quest for better health, a clearer head, and, yeah, a lower scale number, will cause one (two) of my most, ahem, prominent physical assets to pack its (their) bags.
Eh, I’ll trade some for a clearer head.
It’s the time at my desk where the struggle hits me hardest. I’m used to munching, and have an entire drawer full of healthy-ish snacks, very neatly organized by sweet/savory and expiration date.
I slug the water.
I pick up Mini and throw together dinner. I’m gassed! Instead of hard exercise, I settle for hitting my step goal.
As soon as Mini is fed and that accomplishment is complete, I’m lounging in my soft black and red waffle weave PJs.
I continue my quest toward blissful ignorance by flipping between Bravo and the misnomered A & E. Trash! But, even though I’m several IQ points dumber after watching some WAGs and RH, I do feel less stress, and see a beat or three reduction in my RHR. I can kinda see how people get hooked on this rubbish.
And, I’m not hungry.