So, today was my sister Jennifer's birthday. Normally, I am at home for her birthday and she is in Utah, but this time, I ended up in Utah to celebrate the big day. I honestly thought I was off the hook for any more birthdays during the initial 12 week introductory period of my new lifestyle (Emily's birthday is December 28 and Maggie's (my daughter) birthday is January 6, but those dates come after the end of the diet, which is December 26). Then I got into town yesterday and it was my niece Annie's birthday followed up by my sister's birthday today.
Anyway, I managed to do well the whole day, but for some reason, the lemon bundt cake with cream cheese frosting really got to me. I was honesty devastated to refuse to have any of it. I finally said to Emily that I had to have a piece, and she banished me to the basement of my parent's home to get away from it. As I write, it is sitting over there on the counter, calling to me in its soft, velvety cream cheese way, begging me to devour it. I seriously had this thought as I was in the basement that I could just pretend to go to bed and then when everyone else was asleep, I could come down and sneak a few bites. Isn't that ridiculous? Don't worry, I won't. I am so tired that I doubt I will move a muscle all night (unless, of course, like last night Elisabeth (our youngest daughter) decides to climb out of her crib, gets disoriented, wanders down stairs, and then screams bloody murder at the top of her lungs while I go around searching the house for her).
I really don't want to crave the cake again, so I am going to change the subject. I found that when I went to the gym today that gravity must not have as much pull at this high elevation. I went to do my weight lifting and everything seemed lighter. I honestly had to lift a lot more in order to "feel the burn" I am supposed to be feeling as I work out. Of course, with less gravity comes less oxygen and I could hardly do the cardio at all. I kept thinking to myself "I am breathing, but why isn't anything happening?"
Working out at a strange place (not the normal gym by my office) is interesting. Gyms have a culture, and today, I felt like an anthropologist learning about how a different people interact while working out. People at this gym are far quieter, they do not interact, and they are not very friendly. Since I am fat, I generally defer to the strong people when we compete for a workout station. Today, I set everything up for an exercise and some guy tried to take over my spot. I walked over and he said "Are you using this area?" I responded, "Yes, I am, but if you need to use it, I can do something else for a few minutes." I thought I was being nice. This guy didn't even look at me or say thanks, but just walked off as if I didn't exist. Anyway, as I said, it is a little strange, but like all anthropologists (other than, I guess, the ones that study cannibals), I am sure over time I will come to love and respect those I study. But, then again, I guess it really doesn't matter since I will only be using this gym for a week.
1 comment:
I am picturing you at the gym in a safari jacket and a pith helmet.
ps. how is it that i can hear that cake calling my name and i have not even seen it or smelled it.
darn you jeff merchant.
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