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December 31, 2004
The problem with restrictions 
Well, one step forwards, two steps back.
I had hopes of perhaps squeezing the 30K in yesterday morning, ignoring the fact that the plumber was supposed to come by. Of course, once I had some coffee, I realized I needed to do some bathroom cleaning, and some house cleaning, tout suite. I managed to make it an aerobic activity, and worked up a real sweat. By the time the plumber came, the bathroom (with the exception of the bathtub, and any interior spaces) sparkled and actually smelled good.
Once the plumber came, I couldn't stop. I did some clean-up in the laundry room, and then swept into the living room. I made some significant improvements. No deep cleaning—that'll come soon.
I had some big plans of at least walking to the gym, doing my exercises, and then walking over to the chiro, but I chose the wrong thing for lunch (after the plumber finally left, when I was ravenous), and my belly was seriously upset. So, I continued cleaning, though at a more ginger pace.
The chiro appt was fine. I got to see the analysis of my torqued pelvis (15 cm, my friends!), get the knee ultrasounded, get adjusted, and get a heel lift (7cm—I'll graduate to something bigger in a week or two).
I was ultrasounded by a pregnant woman. We started chatting, mostly about her pregnancy. I've never been pregnant, and I really haven't wanted to be. But I started talking about the important bonding that she was having with her fetus, that she already had this tremendously strong connection to it (even if it was annoying her by restricting her breathing and playing soccer while she tried to rest)—and suddenly I had a pang of desire for it. It passed, but, I felt a twinge of sadness, of wanting that sort of connection with another human being.
After that, we had a great, lighthearted conversation about breasts being overrated. Yes!
Next, happy hour with the food group. We met at a really fancy place that has a cheap happy hour, and I had thought it was just going to be my three best food group pals—we had talked about this being a small thing. Alas, not so. That ended up being fine, as I met some folks who were new to the group, including a woman whose foodie posts I had followed with interest, and a couple who are way into beer, and were excited to meet another beer enthusiast. I had a great time chatting with them, and after two (or was it three?) drinks, I was feeling pretty good about life in general.
I finished up the evening by running to my favorite bakery for a supply of pain rustique and pain au chocolat and walnut rolls. This was partially fuelled by my being out by my not-so-lonesome, but more so by the fact that I had spent part of the afternoon thinking about new years resolutions, and thinking that I should think about restricting the french bread and french fries that I eat. So of course, I was making up for all the deprivation I could see in the future (though I didn't get any french fries). I stopped at the coop and picked up some healthy noshy food, and some beer (see above), and then came home.
Posted at December 31, 2004
Comments
What were overrated? I thought you said breasts were overrated.
And yes, as soon as I start thinking I should cut back on something, I start to stock up on it because I'll be out of it soon. Like a damn squirrel storing away chocolate for the winter. Must be some survival thing.
Happy New Year!
Posted by: Jon in Michigan at December 31, 2004 3:09 PM
Ah, your beer interest interests me. My husband home brews so calorie reduction is hard when there is a nice mocha stout or honey lager sitting in the fridge. For better or worse, Bud Light just doesn't cut it any more. I think I've decided that beer bellies are sexy. :)
Happy New Year!
Posted by: Lara at January 1, 2005 9:27 AM