Head aching. Check.
Heart racing. Check.
Energy levels in the toilet. Check, check (fell asleep at the dinner table last night).
Cravings barely controllable. CHECK.
Yep. Detox program is right on schedule.
Yesterday I blew the dust off my exercise videos and started back on my program. Today I am sore but not to the point that I want to die. Tonight I am doing DVD number two, which includes weights and lunges so; the desire for a quick death should kick in around this time, tomorrow.
As an incentive to sticking with a healthy diet and excercise program, I bought a new scale, a really high-tech fancy-ass scale that computes body weight, body fat percentage and water percentage. It also stores your weight in memory so it can tell you precisely how much weight, fat, water, etc. you have
For breakfast this morning, I had a bowl of Special K with skim milk. It tasted a lot like I would imagine hay to taste and had a similar texture so, when I do my grocery shopping this week I will be looking for a good low fat, low cal cereal that does not taste like ass. Suggestions are welcome.
On a completely unrelated subject, Oscar and Emily should be back from Chicago tomorrow so, we will soon know just how spectacularly I managed to screw things up at the store this past two weeks (kidding, I have done a remarkable job if I do say so myself and, I do). I have gotten the hang of pretty much all the daily tasks and at least have an understanding of the quarterly, yearly stuff, etc. I’m not bored yet and I have only wanted to kill my husband a handful of times so, overall, the new career is going well.
As an aside, the ratio between how many times I have wanted to kill my husband at home compared to the number of times I have wanted to kill him at work are approximately 5:1 so, it might make sense for us to spend less time together at home and more time together at the store. Who knew!
Also, I am kidding. We actually work and live quite well together and, once again, who knew?
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to drop The Girl off at her friend’s house for a play date. She has spent the last half hour asking, “Are we going yet? Can we go now? When are we going? Are you done yet?” and is thisclose to getting a serious noogie.
Girlfriend needs to learn that you do not mess with a woman on a sugar detox.