Sistah Pat

I’m finally out of bed this morning.  Stayed up too late and feel crappy this morning.  I always think I have to have my “down” time.  Since I worked late finishing up the tutorials for Ementors, I didn’t get “down” until almost 10:00 and stayed up till almost 1:00.  So I’m lying in bed wishing somebody would hit the button on the coffeemaker so I can get up and get moving (grumble, grumble) because I have a lot to get done today.  Down time is funny stuff.  I kept watching TV and eating junk as if it were some kind of reward for putting in a long workday.  Even when I couldn’t keep my eyes open, I wouldn’t give up and go to bed.  It’s my down time, dammit!  I earned it and I’m going to sit here and watch TV if it kills me.  So I just kept sitting there, stuffing my face with ice cream and watching TV mindlessly.  Yes, I did notice that yesterday’s snacks were almost half the total calories for the day.  Yes, I know that’s not healthy.  Yes, I know it was stupid to fix 1/2 cup of ice cream, then another 1/2 cup, then, finally say “What the Hell” and fix a full cup.  Oh, my calories stayed low, under 1,000 for the day but at least 400 of them were junk food.  (Wow, that Schwan’s Vanilla fat-free, sugar-free is good!  and only 70 calories per 1/2 cup!)  Can’t wait to see the smirk on Mr. Scale’s face after two days of not exercising.  I’m not ready to do it yet, let me drink another cup of coffee. Guess it says something about getting old when I’m sitting here feeling like I have a hangover because I stayed up past midnight and ate ice cream last night.  Geez, what has become of my life?!!

Lots to do today.  Wasn’t I just saying there was no rush because I still had nine days to get ready?  What happened?  We’re leaving tomorrow!  As soon as I can move, I need to go to the store and pick up all the Manny items like toilet paper, plastic wrap, toothpaste, etc.  DH is nagging me to death to go get my handicapped parking permit renewed because it expires the end of June.  It’s true.  I have a permanent handicapped permit but I’m feeling kind of embarrassed about it.  There have been many days in the last six years where the pain in my ankles was so severe I could barely walk and really needed that parking permit but things have been so much better since my last surgery two years ago that I hardly ever need to use it anymore.  I think DH likes it.  He’s likes to say, “I’m going to park here and you won’t have to walk so far.”  I’m walking just fine, thank you very much, and I don’t need a handicapped space.  Since I haven’t renewed it, he took it to the county clerk’s office yesterday to have it renewed and they said I have to come in.  He wants me to make sure I get it renewed today because I might start having problems on vacation.  So?  What’s that about, sweetie?  They don’t have handicapped parking spaces for 37 foot RVs! (grumble, grumble) 

I also have to go to the pharmacy and pick up the refills on our prescriptions.  I don’t like being on meds (except the hormones, of course!) and I’m hoping I can stop taking them if I stay on the straight and narrow.  I never had to take anything except hormones till last December when I had to start taking meds for high cholesterol and high blood pressure.

Of course, I also need to work out today but I don’t know that I can give it two hours.  Let me go see what I weigh.  Maybe that will give me some motivation to GET UP and start moving.

Ok… 176…it looks like Mr. Scale is trying to do his part so I guess, in all fairness, I should do mine.  Let me get this treadmill done.

11:00 - Ackkk!  It’s 11:00 o’clock!  I’m going to sit here for about ten minutes and cool off then I have to get my shower and get moving!   Speaking of moving,  Sistah Pat, you are so……..tricky!  Promised myself I’d do a quick hour on the treadmill but kept lying to myself that I’d go just one more level and wound up doing the notorious 3 more miles workout.  I really didn’t have 95 minutes to give to the treadmill today but I always feel so good when I successfully push myself.  Now I’ve got to get my shower and get some stuff done or I’m going to be in deep doo doo when DH gets home.

2:00 - Went by TJ Max and picked up soap.  (It’s a thing with me.  I hate grocery store soap.)  Stopped by the pharmacy and got the prescriptions and some Olay Regenerist moisturizer.  Regenerate me, Olay!  Walked in the County Clerk’s office.  Take a number, take a seat.  I’m number 13 and they’re serving number 4.  Got to cool my heels a little bit there.  Now I’m home, made myself a fake Egg McMuffin for lunch and then I have to get this house straight.

OMG!  Oldest DS, Darryl, just did a double-take and said, “Wow, Mom, you’re really starting to get skinny!  It’s really showing that you’ve lost a lot of weight.”  I knew there was a reason I let that kid reach maturity.  Oh, wait…maybe he’s setting me up for all those fast food stops he wants to make on vacation.  hmmmm….