This was a crazy day...which was preceded by an Sunday of the kind of mania I described in a prior post about how I fill my life up so that I don't have to think and then I run around like a mad woman trying to get everything done...so THIS mania was actually me trying to spend 24 hours with an old friend out of town. In order for me to leave home I have to spell out in great detail every movement, activity, potential mishap, menu, clothing for said activities and schedules for my daughters. Things I do without thinking need to be spelled out specifically. It is commonly thought that teachers don't use their sick days when they are sick so they can save them up for the big cash buy out at retirement... no...it is because writing out substitute plans, which have to spell out ALL of the little things that teachers do on a regular basis without thinking takes up SO much time that it is just easier to go in to school sick. So Sunday was non-stop...getting everything done for when I would be gone. Phone calls and facebook messages for child care and carpooling, lunches and snacks pre-made so my currently one handed Kenny could feed the girls...then of course, my food preparation is a bit more time consuming....I am getting all jazzed up just writing about it...it really sucked.
So Monday morning, ten minutes before I am supposed to go away for my 36 hours of race timing and visiting I am not ready, I haven't eaten, Kenny's hand is the size of a watermelon and I am in my pajamas. The girls are all set and the plans are made, but they are uneasy and sense my freneticism... bah...forget it...I will just ride to the race with a co-worker and come home. Screw it...this mini vacation s not worth the aggravation. I throw a bag of walnuts, a bag of almonds, some raisins, two bananas, a bag of baby carrots, a bag of grapes and a full wedge of Swiss cheese into a bag, change into my clothes and go to the race. By the time I got to Boston I am feeling better and the friendly atmosphere of the Boston Common on Tufts 10K Day washes over me. I feel at home....and thoroughly regret leaving all my unpacked crap at home...I wasn't worried anymore. Kenny called and his hand was fine...the girls were OK...BAH!!! We had lunch from Starbucks so I had chicken salad and water...and copious amounts of cheese and grapes...it was allllllll good.
As we drove home after the race I decided, as crazy as it was, to return to Boston and have my visit... I know...what a waste of quality visiting time. Except that I got to visit with my good friend and co-worker on the drive down and back, and I snuck in a Crossfit workout at home...(those ring pull ups were an armpit muscle killer...). I had some quick smooches with Molly and Gracie so I knew that they were okay...and I saw with my own eyes that Kenny's arm was not turning black and falling off. The den was safe and the mama bear could venture forth for her jungle holiday.
It was lovely, the drive down was quiet...when I arrived we went out to eat...my standard restaurant fare is a salad of some sort with grilled meat of some sort and this night was no exception....I must admit here....I had two pumpkin beers again...complete with the rim of the glass licking. You know... it is not lost on me that my two cheats have been alcohol...even though I seldom if ever drink... the honey bun which is a staple item in the standard Barb menu has not spoken to me for days... one would think a daily habit would be where I fail and not an occasional one. Both times it was at a restaurant and I only ever drink when I am out to eat...so perhaps that is the trigger. As well as I fell asleep on Monday night, the beer kept me just beneath the surface of awake all night long. And even though I slept in on Tuesday...(glorious) I was not as rested as my mini vacation should have left me. (Ahhh...so much to ponder this behavior of mine...)
The positives I take away from this day and the one prior are two fold..the food was never really an issue. I manage to get good hot meals in on both days, my grab and go eating was healthy, and although I had to navigate a restaurant menu more than once I was able to keep to the program.... but all of this other stuff??? Well jumpin' sweet potatoes Paleo Man I will just have to see where the remaining 18 days take me.... to the Meat Mobile!
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