I woke up this morning feeling great... I got up early, the sun was shining, and I made a delicious hand-held breakfast to eat On-the-Go (OTG) as I drove into work. Just as I was walking into the office, I sent a couple "Good Morning!" text messages to Lambit, who went to bed early last night feeling exhausted- and I hoped they would brighten his day upon waking up from a restful slumber. I started working on the day's tasks and also began compiling a list of things that I needed to get done during the upcoming weekend, so everything seemed to be going along pretty smoothly. But, in just a few short hours, things took a 180 degree turn.
First off, I have to admit something about myself: I don't like to feel like I'm being ignored or I've been forgotten or that I'm simply not a priority to those who are tops on my list. I'm sure everyone feels this way to a degree but, from time to time, my perception about the way others feel towards me can affect my mood much, much more than it should. So, when I realized that the reason I didn't hear from Lambit until almost noon wasn't because his exhausted body had overslept, it kinda soured my mood. I know it wasn't intentional on his part to ignore my text messages while he was busy doing whatever it was that kept him preoccupied until midday... But you can't always reason with an irrational mind.
And so the day went on and it seemed as though disappointment or irritation or annoyances kept popping up around every turn. I had been ignored by my boyfriend, received disappointing news by phone, had to deal with a number of unsavory issues at work, and only managed to share a handful of laughs and smiles before the workday was through. I was not looking forward to going to the gym but wasn't about to let my bad mood sour my fitness goals, so I sulked my way all the way from the office to the locker room and changed into my workout clothes. Since I didn't feel much like running, I decided to do a repeat of the previous day's activities by doing 3 miles on the elliptical and then took a 60 minute cardio class.
Buuuttt... My typical Friday night Zumba class was replaced by a combination of "Flaunt!" instruction (AKA stripper cardio) and a much shorter routine of actual Zumba because the gym was having a special "Flaunt! Chair Class" that started 15 minutes before MY cardio class was supposed to end. This irritated me highly because: 1. I don't feel sexy right now, 2. my body is not designed to do moves called "snake" and when I try to do a "chest shake" - things that shouldn't shake DO shake, 3. I found that I was super-jealous of the Flaunt instructor's physique, and 4. "I just wanted MY Zumba class with MY Zumba instructor!" After the day I've had, is that really too much to ask?!?!
Ugh.
Nonetheless, despite contemplating several times about walking out mid-class, I stuck it out and finished the 40 minutes condensed session- then grabbed my gym bag and headed over to the grocery store to make a big, healthy salad for dinner. Only... To my great surprise... The salad bar CLOSES at 7pm... Which I did not find out until I arrived at roughly 7:30pm. "Big.Eff.Ewe.Giant.Grocery.Store.Salad.Bar.People!" I wound up settling on a 6" hollowed-out chicken breast sub on whole wheat at Subway, loaded with extra veggies and just a tiny bit of sweet onion sauce. It was not at all what I was looking forward to for dinner but it was tasty and, when paired with a little bag of Baked chips, it was also pretty filling.
But, no matter many calories I'd burned during my workout and no matter how satisfying my dinner wound up being, it still wasn't enough to salvage the day. I felt drained and defeated and, quite frankly, was just plain sad. So, I took a hot shower, curled up in bed with my two gigantic cats Brodie and Brynna, put on a sappy movie ("The Lake House"), and decided to call it a night shortly before midnight. Tomorrow will be a better day, for sure, but today was just not a very good day.
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