August 20, 2015

Gawd, this has to be quick because I’m tired; doing these every night grows so cumbersome…plus the take about an hour to prepare and that’s without editing and re-writing (which I generally do not partake in with these).  I was grateful to sleep in until 8:15, but there was that fear that I was late for something.  Interestingly enough, I am rarely late, which I place on this innate feeling.

Hurried to work to call a mom to reschedule tomorrow’s appointment (the other is already set for Tuesday).  I had about 15  minutes into Octane when I texted Jake a picture of my standings thus far on it.  He came in, congratulated me on my murderous nature (I was “killing it”) and off to the back, where we determined a work-out schedule (I was hiring him since I tend to lose motivation if I have no one pushing me).  He then proceeded to Almost Kill me again.  And this was just with warm-ups for my quads and various other body parts.  I am not in good condition:  27 years of overcompensating for accident-issues has left body parts in interesting shapes.  He also gave me my meal plan.  This is crazy nuts.  Eggs and spinach(or kale) for breakfast.  Chicken for just about everything else.  I think I will die.  Fortunately, I have remained active all these years, so I am doing well.  He won’t say it, but I know he is pushing me so hard because he really wants me in the 2016 Olympics.  He has high expectations of me.

After I Almost Died Again, I headed home to shower and man, dumping all that coconut oil on my head (I couldn’t wash all of it out, so it soaked all night) done wonders for my head.  It’s soft and feel-ish (new word!).  I tried kinda-sorta-not-really cleaning and writing up my new résumé (which I need help with,..I’ve never done a functional résumé), but to no avail.  So I prepped today’s prank - a lovely, if not somewhat seductive photo of everyone’s psychotherapist, Siggy Freud, with a love note: “Hey babe..I miss you…xo Freud”  I headed to go find a dress for tomorrow’s memorial event for Jonathon.  Nothing at Ross – which sucks, found 3 dresses at TJ Maxx, so I got the blue one.  The black one was wayyy too tight. Went to work and set it up on the therapist who was there, who happened to be Janette.  Good fun. Group involved me singing to a kid who graduated class today.  It trips me out when people say “Yes” after I ask them if they’d like me to serenade them.  

I went to the store to buy produce and sent Jake a sad, sorry note.  I NEED a cheat meal and – I got one!  On a Saturday or Sunday, but I have to do 30 minutes cardio before (which, I just realized, means I’ll have to go home and shower first before the cheat meal).  He said I can’t cheat, either.    Good grief.  I’m too old, for Miss America, dude.  What the hell….

I think I’m going to the beach to camp after the Hips in Sebastopol on Saturday night.  This could be interesting.

Pictures: Freud in a sexy pose; Rocky!  I met him at the Sebastopol Music fest!; Dinner date with Kai Ryssdal and a chicken Chipotle salad <before I got word of my cheat meal allowance; Finding old resumes.  I feel like the Pentagon.