Since nothing of note has happened yet today, I will tell you all about my super busy day yesterday - I was exhausted by the time I got home from job number two... my excuse for not posting last night.
Tuesday started bright and early for partner personal training with Sarah! Definitely the highlight of my day. Vinny took us back to the Kinesis room, but he mixed it up with some other things too. I like how every session is different, although I've not been even close to as sore as I was after the first time when we used the TRX straps. It's still a good workout though, and the best part is it forces me to do weights, which I never want to do on my own.
Job number one was a massive headache. The first hurdle was "Office Thanksgiving Lunch" - everyone brought a dish and we all tried to wedge into our conference room to pretend we like each other. :-)
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| Can you guess which plate is mine? |
The office lunch caused a lot of anxiety for me. For starters, everyone brought baddies - I knew that would happen, which is why I signed up to bring a salad. I was very proud of myself for sticking to my plan: salad with turkey. But of course people couldn't resist making comments. WHY DO YOU CARE??? Andy said they just comment because my choices make them realize they should think about their choices, but they don't want to. Could be. But I still don't get it. Keep your thoughts to yourself and mind your own business. Or be glad that I'm not eating all the baddies - that means you can have more!! The reality is, I just don't need to eat two Thanksgiving meals two days apart. Enough said.
Then I had a meeting that will rekindle serious rage if I think about it too much so we'll just say it happened and it was miserable. The meeting made me 30 minutes late to job number two - bring on the next dose of anxiety. Plus two of my coworkers weren't able to come to their shifts at the very last minute! I thought I'd be in for it when I got there (frankly I should have been for being so late) but amazingly my boss was super nice and kind. Job number two can be tough sometimes, but after such a miserable day at job number one, it was almost nice to go there because the people there are really good people and I genuinely enjoy spending time with them, even if some of that time is spent reserving tennis courts for the rich folk.
So that was my day. I will say I am SUPER proud of myself for sticking to my weight watchers points despite the waves of frustration that kept crashing over me all day long. Go me. :-)
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