So yesterday you all read that I couldn’t work out on my lunch break because I had to take Kitty to the dentist. When we were done, I asked her where she wanted to eat. Of course she responded with “Olive Garden” – why the hell not, right? The mood I was in needed some carbs to help increase my 11lbs gain – whatever – I was depressed. (I know that is no excuse…)
Anywhoozle, while we were sitting at our table this couple was seated behind us. I couldn’t tell if they were maybe friends or meeting for a first lunch date, because of the way she was talking to him. She was a decent build – not too thin, not too skinny and he was what I would call a “muscle head.” Muscles and veins popping out everywhere…
This is what Kitty and I heard:
Girl: “I can’t believe you eat here! There are so many carbs and a ton of fat in every plate!”
Guy: “Yeah, but it taste really good.”
Girl: “I just can’t order anything off this menu.”
Guy: “okay, you want to go somewhere else?”
Girl: “No, that’s okay – ummm – waiter? I can’t eat any of these items on your menu. Can I create my own plate? Yes? Okay, I want a grilled chicken breast – no butter – and steamed veggies. Just charge me what you think is fair since this is not on your menu.”
Guy: “I want the 5-cheese Ziti and please bring the salad dry with the dressing on the side – she doesn’t eat dressing. Also, can you put cheese on my salad plate and not on the salad that I’m going to share with her?”
Kitty and I laughed about it this for a minute. This couple was extreme opposites, but the way that she ordered her food had this pompous tone behind it – like the waiter was in second grade.
We talked about her order for a minute and then I told Kitty that maybe she had lost 100lbs or maybe she had weight loss surgery or whatever the reason – that girl definitely had discipline.
(Something we should have been exercising a lot more of – especially after writing my post yesterday!)
Kitty looked at her plate of pasta and said, “well at least I am going to be playing tennis for 2-1/2 hours later! I will work off the calories.”
She said this with a little bit of guilt in her voice and I told her that yes indeed, she would be working off the calories so not to fret over her meal.
Then, a shock of lightening went through my head and down to my feet – Oh SHIT! - I realized that I WOULD NOT be working those calories off and wanted to remove myself from the table and go throw up!
Seriously people! How can I bitch about gaining 11lbs and then find myself in Olive Garden eating Chicken Scampi and making fun of someone who is very disciplined in her food choices while garlic butter runs down my chin!
WTF is wrong with me?!!!
Depression? Hell yes!
Insanity? Well of course!
Hypocrisy? 100% without a doubt!
Shish!
I had a glass of wine for dinner and a long hot bubble bath with a good book last night.
This morning I felt different. I reminded myself that I couldn’t change what has happened in the past; I can only change what I want to here in the now! This moment! What was I going to do about my 11lbs?
You guessed it! I packed my gym bag, so that I could work out at lunch.
Body Pump?
Spin?
5 Miles?
Hell yes! Bring it all on! Oatmeal for breakfast and I am ready to conquer this “bitch”!
About 10am I get a text from Kitty that reads:
“Mom, I have a tennis match today at 4. I need you to bring me water and my uniform. Sorry, I didn’t know I was playing.”
I sat there for a few minutes asking myself: Really? Really? REALLY!!!!!!?????
FUUUUUUUUUU#$%^^%^&^&& - commence the temper tantrum!
I can’t catch a break! Why you ask? Because in order for me to be able to leave work at 3:30, so I can stop by the store to get her water, go home and get her uniform and then make it to her game by 4 – I mostly have to work through lunch.
Oh, and it doesn't stop here!
While Kitty starts playing her matches at 4, sometime after that, I will have to pick up Kiki from Cross Country practice at 5:30, drive across town to pick up Doodlebug by 6:30 and then make it make to watch Kitty’s final match – when everything starts winding down around 8pm we will get home, I will fix supper, help Kiki with her mounds of math homework, help Kitty with her homework and somehow get everyone bathed (or not) and off to bed.
I might be able to meditate before going to bed, but one thing is certain – I will not get a workout in today.
But, I am not defeated – a little depressed – but not defeated!
Tomorrow is a new day and my gym bag is still packed!
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