I had a very nice night tonight. Katya and I went to Brasa for dinner, which was extremely delicious and luxurious (not to mention quite irresponsible of me when I don’t know where my next paycheck is going to come from). Then we went to the Pacific Northwest Ballet dress rehearsal performance for donors- I truly was shocked at how compelling it was. I like ballet and everything, but it’s usually a little like taking a dose of something that you know is healthy and good for you, but maybe isn’t the most delicious thing in the world. This time was very different- I was riveted the entire time. The show was 3 By Dove and it was a number of mini-acts that were all very modern and combined ballet with interpretive dance. Good catching up with K, too. She’s doing well, as always. I don’t know how I have so many friends that are totally calm and pulled together in almost every way (Noah, Lynn, Katya, Evelyn), when I myself am almost always a harried mess (but with good purses and shoes).
However, I totally didn’t work out today. When I woke up in the morning, I suited up for my workout/dog walk/dog park excursion and I made it through the first half (letting the dogs run at the dog park, followed by the 3 mile trail around Green Lake), but when I got home, I just sat on the couch for the next hour, eating a bowl of tomato soup and glaring at the stationary bike. This is how my nights and mornings usually go, if the day goes as planned:
1.) Fall asleep between 1 and 3 am.
2. Wake up between 7am and 8.30am, pretty anxious.
3.) Berate self for inability to kick lifelong insomnia (which I’m currently experiencing a bad bout of).
4.) Sleepily pull on hat, workout pants and shirt, sports bra, hoodie and sneakers, as my crazed canines- who know what’s coming- prance around, delighted.
5.) Load them up into the car while sucking down 40oz of water (I have a special bottle I keep by the bed, so I don’t forget to re-hydrate in the morning).
6.) Watch the dogs go crazy at the dog park while drinking 1st caffeinated beverage of the day (a Diet Pepsi).
7.) Walk around Greenlake.
8.) Return home with tired dogs, usually muddy pants and sweaty hair under my hat.
9.) Strip off hoodie and do 30 day shred video.
10.) Ride the stationary bike.
11.) Shower and start the day.
This ritual usually takes at least 2 1/2 hours, not including the shower, and a lot of the time, I shorten it up by omitting the workout video, or the dog park, or the walk- it still works without all it’s constituent parts. But today, I woke up at almost 11 (!!), could barely drag my ass out of bed, and, I swear, almost didn’t make it all the way around Greenlake. I truly wanted to relax today; I didn’t really THINK about anything, I didn’t read, I didn’t write, I didn’t work, I didn’t work out. By the time I got home from my walk, I was pretty tapped out and it was already almost 1, so I just called it good for the day. Then, a nice evening, and here we are. Tomorrow, though, I need to get back to my regularly scheduled program. I have some shit to do tomorrow- yard work, getting my tabs renewed, bathroom cleaning (the part of the house I didn’t clean the other day: all 3 bathrooms, which are in varying states of grossness). My aunt is arriving on Friday and my brother on Saturday. Then a quick trip to Yakima on Monday to drop off the dogs, home on Tuesday and then MEXICO!!!
Breakfast: no, slept late
Lunch: Tomato soup with 28 oyster crackers (320 calories)
Dinner: Out for dinner, so it’s questionable. I had a small green salad with goat cheese and a vinaigrette (maybe 300 calories), 3 small slices of bread and a bowl of mussels, white beans and onions in broth. I think a conservative estimate on this one would be 600 calories, so I’ll go with 700, final answer.
Snack: 1\4 cup dried cranberries (120 calories)
Calorie total: 1440
Exercise: 3 miles with dogs
1500 miles in 2010: 394.5
Song of the day: I Left My Wallet in El Segundo, by A Tribe Called Quest
Daily awesome: Is not about Johnny Weir. Just kidding, it totally is! Actually, the whole That’s Gay! series in AH-MAZING- Noah and I take frequent That’s Gay breaks in the office. Bryan Safi is always right on, always hilarious and is totally husband material for some lucky gentleman (and fantasy fodder for legions of disappointed ladies). My favorites include: Coming Out, No Homo, Gay Best Friend, and Acockalypse Now. He’s really good at satirizing the fetishization of gay men without seeming mean-spirited or aggressive. Also, seems so incredibly nice and funny- love him.