Here’s how the day went:
3am – nightmare
10am – nightmare caller (such a jerk-face!)
12pm – lunch with new folks where I started a sentence by saying “You’re pretty–” and then got cut off before I could say “new…” and then all the jokes about how now I’m backpedaling and saying he’s not pretty.
4:30pm – meeting where my work friend gives a speech about how he’s got cancer and he’s dying and how he’s got to check things off of his bucket list because he’s only got 3 months to live. /disbelief
5:00pm – meeting ends and in the critique of the speech I find out it was fake. Bawl my eyes out anyway.
6:00pm – exchange crappy (new) shoes that have made my hips hurt like whoa
7:00pm – find out dear friends suffered a miscarriage (bawl my eyes out)
8:45pm – hubby kidnaps me and takes me to the gym for a good sweat session to work it all out.
Here’s how the food correlated to that day:
breakfast – ham egg and cheese from gas station; french toast tornado from gas station
lunch – quesedilla, curly fries
snack – Pearson’s nut roll, nutter butter bites
dinner – taco bell, 3 soft-shell tacos, 2 doritos locos tacos, 1 white russian
dessert – vanilla ice cream sandwich
Holy crap that’s a lotta compensation. I had a good cry, a good workout, and I believe in Ellen when she said that “two steps forward and one step back isn’t failure. I like to think of it more like a cha-cha.”
cha-cha now y’all. Cha-cha again.