Once again, that time has come where I feel I have some things to confess and some other things to say that I can spin into sounding like confessions so it seems like this blog post has a theme.
1. I posted about my introvert's weekend on Sunday. Upon reflection, I think another reason I couldn't handle human contact was because I was having really bad anxiety and couldn't deal with the added anxiety of social interaction on top of that.
The superintendent came to our school for the first day yesterday and it messed with my head. I think I can safely say that anytime you have a visit from someone higher on the food chain, in any line of work, it's stressful. When you work for an organization with almost 20,000 employees and the head honcho comes, it's a big deal.
tl:dr I'm even more neurotic than you thought.
2. I let the scale dictate my day yesterday.
Yeah, you're not really supposed to do that, but that's only for when you don't like the number. I usually weigh myself pretty rarely, but Operation Get Un-fat Post Cruise is in full effect. I was quite pleased to see I was back down to my pre-cruise weight. Not my pre-buttercream extravaganza weight, but baby steps.
3. I think I've gotten slower.
Right after my delightful weigh in yesterday I ran 6 miles. It was at an 8:59 pace. I don't even remember when I saw a pace that began with an 8 last, and it's not just because I haven't been wearing my Garmin. I'm happy with the pace, but it definitely felt like it took some effort. Of course, this morning I ran 7 miles at the same time of day on the same route at a 9:40 pace and it felt twice as hard, but running is weird like that.
4. Vacation was a little weird, because we are not that couple.
By "that couple", I mean the one that is in constant contact and does everything together, the way we were for 10 days. Obviously we like spending time together. But we also like spending time alone, and have a strict policy that if one of us has a social engagement that the other one doesn't find interesting, we just....go alone. Crazy, right? We also don't talk during the day, unless it's a text like "stopping at the grocery store, need anything?". I mean, we live together, I really don't see the point of talking on the phone all day when we can just talk in person at night. Maybe it's just the line of work I'm in. I'm pretty psycho about guarding every second of my child free time at work. I allow only the absolute minimum for chit chat. Every second I waste with that is one second more until I finish and can go home.
That being said, I loved spending every second together and we didn't even run out things to talk about! But the other 355 days of the year it's quality, not quantity.
5. I don't believe fruit is dessert, but I am obsessed with yonanas. Don't knock it till you try it. If you are laughing at me right now, you are probably a person who is able to do one or all of the following:
- eat one piece of chocolate and say "So rich! You really only need one to be satisfied!" and actually mean it
- make chocolate chip cookies, put a twist tie on the bag with leftover chocolate chips, and have those same chocolate chips when you go to make cookies again months later (because you didn't eat them by the handful
safter dinner as soon as the cookies were gone)
- receive candy as a gift, put it in your pantry, and forget all about it
- have a blog and not name it after your love/addiction to chocolate
I have no idea this lifestyle is like, nor will I ever. These are actually all examples I've seen from members of my own family, so I'm not quite sure what went wrong with me.
My point is, I'm in love with chocolate, but it's a dangerous, abusive kind of love, the kind where it's impossible for me to have it in my house and not eat it, and I'm also in love with being able to zip my pants. That's where Yonanas comes in. It's delicious, it's something sweet after dinner, and it takes a hot minute to make so I can't go crazy with it.
Did you ever have such good customer service that you want to sing it from the rooftops? Probably not, because it never happens. I had a meltdown because I've been making Yonanas every single night and important part of my machine somehow disappeared. I swear, I washed it with all the other pieces and the next morning it wasn't in the dish drain. I emailed the company this morning to ask how to replace it, because they didn't have replacement parts for sale on their website. They shipped me a replacement part, free of cost, before the school day was even over! I really need all companies to learn from their example.
Ok, I really need answers here. Please leave in the comments what your job is, and what your average stress level is. One is laying here, looking at this.
This post needed pictures, and I like reliving vacation.