Friday began as cluster-effy as a Friday could be. Our house-to-be is in a flood plane – a hundred year flood plane, but a flood plane nonetheless. This requires a flood insurance premium which is all handled by FEMA or some such shit. Personally, I think FEMA is still sore about that whole Hurricane Katrina thing, because the rates just don’t seem reasonable. Still, it’s required, so I had to suck it up, go on a field trip Friday morning and drop off a check. When I finally got to work, I barely had enough time to settle down before running off to a meeting. When that was over, I was off to a doctor appointment.
Sigh. That damn appointment.
To be honest, it wasn’t the appointment so much as the scale involved during the appointment. I hopped up on it, completely oblivious to what I was in store for: I had gained weight. Not a pound or two, but about 15. My eyes bugged out of my skull. I felt a crash of emotions that went from “I’m sad for me” to “I’m positively disgusted with myself”. Naturally, my blood pressure was up afterwards. They really need to take it before the weigh-in. As I sat down with my doc, I admitted that I had not been eating healthy nor had I been exercising regularly (although I had just started back up that week). It would seem I was letting the whole home buying stress get the best of me in the disguise of donuts and overpriced fancy coffees. Normally, I would respond to such a personal failure by locking myself up for the weekend and having a pity party for myself. And I did have a pity party, but only for the time it took me to get back to work. I knew I had no one to blame but myself. So from that moment I made changes. No more sodas. No more crap food. Lots of vegetables. And I haven’t missed a day exercising. I feel better, on a very basic level. I just hope that I won’t require yet another wake up call to get my shit straight, cause this is already the fourth one, and frankly, I’m tired of needing one.