I apologize in advance for my dour mood. There seems to be a permanent scowl on my face this week.
I don’t even know why. Because I have spent the last month throwing myself into a project that I’m realizing is probably crap? Because there’s dirty laundry overtaking my bathroom? Because there is a nasty zit on the bridge of my nose?
(Side note: I have pretty dry skin and rarely got zits when I was a kiddo. So when they occasionally appear now, they totally freak me out. Any ideas on how to get rid of the damn thing?)
Anyway. Woe is me. At least I’m not the only one having a meh week.
Of course, the one thing that might have turned this sad ship around was a great run. But naturally it was thundering outside. So I headed down to the gym. I was, to put it mildly, unenthusiastic about it.
Five minutes on the treadmill: “Oh god this is awful.” Eyeing the elliptical next door. “That’s gotta be better than this.”
Eleven minutes on the elliptical: “Oh my god I can’t stand it, I’m going back to the treadmill.”
Six minutes on the treadmill: “Really, was the elliptical that bad? It has to be better than this.”
Three minutes on the elliptical: “Feck this. I’m done.”
Thankfully no one else was in the workout room to witness my angst-ridden workout schizophrenia. It was utterly pathetic.
Oh well….some days it just doesn’t happen, right?
Today’s EAT: Witness the progression of my emotions about Thanksgiving leftovers:
Friday – OMG YAY TURKEY CRANBERRY STUFFING SANDWICH!
Saturday – Another sandwich? Ehh, okay.
Sunday – Hey cat! Come eat this turkey.
Monday – Dear baby jesus please make the turkey stop.
Tuesday – Let’s just throw that shit in a baking dish, along with the leftover sweet potato, and add some cheese and pasta and call it a day.
Original? Hell no. Attractive? Not really – I guess you could charitably say it look a little like mac-and-cheese. Tasty? Yep, good enough. At least it’s better than another damn sandwich!
Today’s DRINK: This Dogfish Head Chicory Stout was definitely the highlight of my day.
I do love a good stout, especially when I’m on the one-beer plan. This one is just a little reddish, with a definite coffee flavor as well as some spicy holiday goodness – a little cinnamon, maybe nutmeg? Anyway, it was delicious and brought a smile to my sour little face.
Today’s RUN: I think I managed to eke out 25 minutes total on those stupid machines. Ugh. What. Ever.
Today’s QUESTION: What do you do to pick yourself up when you’re wearing the crankypants?