Grumpy

A version of my happy place. It's a beach in Kaua'i. I don't have any North Shore of Oahu pictures on my work computer.

Ugh, this has been a crappy week so far...

Yesterday morning I woke up and realized that the ruby from my ring was missing. My parents gave me the ring for my high school graduation and 18th birthday, and I've rarely taken it off in the last seven years. Needless to say, the loss of the stone has made me rather sad. Although, the new girl staying at the house is incredibly sweet and apparently checked the whole house for it while I was at the gym.

Ah yes, the gym. On Monday we ended the session with situps, something we usually do toward the early middle of the session, and this was when I cried. Ordinarily I can get through the situps with relative ease, but this time I attempted to haul my torso up to my knees and just kind of flopped back down. The second attempt was no better. What the hell?? My trainer tried to make me feel better about it because it was at the end and we'd done a lot of core work, so it made sense that it would be hard. Didn't help. I just laid on the floor with tears running down my cheeks, trying to muster up the willpower to try again. I had to task my trainer to get my towel for me so I could wipe my face off (reminds me of the story about me being little and in the car and apparently needing to throw up, but expressing that need by saying "I need a towel" over and over. although on Monday I did not use the pathetic voice my mom always uses when she tells that story...). Anyway.

Crying at the gym yesterday would have been better than what actually happened. It was the last place I wanted to be so I worked really hard - I am able to convince my addled little brain that if I work harder/faster then I'll be able to go home sooner. So not true. When I was finally allowed to leave, I get outside and it's pouring rain and I'm at the top of the stairs watching my bus go by (moped is in the shop - leaking oil). I waited around until the rain let up some and then walked the 3.5 miles home. I'm not normally so lazy that the walk would have crushed me on a regular day, but I had just finished working out and was already emotionally depleted.

It's been a rough, moody week for me and I'm looking forward to it being over. Not in small part because I have a date on Sunday with someone who seems like a really good guy...we'll see. And, for all you naysayers out there, we're going out on Sunday because he's out of town and gets back that morning.

Oh, and I have two awesome books waiting to be picked up at the library: In Defense of Food, Michael Pollan's latest book (author of The Omnivore's Dilemma) and Julie and Julia by Julie Powell (inspired by her blogging about cooking from The Art of French Cooking). I had requested both and thought I was still like 33rd in line for in Defense of Food, so them both being available today is a very nice surprise.