Thursday: Gilad, Bike and Some Serious Overeating

This morning was a Four Weddings and a Funeral morning for me. I tried to find a clip of this part of the film where Hugh Grant wakes up and looks contentedly at the alarm clock, only to allow his eyes to focus, before hurling himself out the bed, screeching expletives and throwing on whatever clothes he can find. I couldn't find any video, except in Russian, so I will just have to tell you about it.

Anyway, I set my alarm last night and I rolled over this morning, only to see that the alarm had not gone off and I needed to be in my car in 15 minutes. I shot out of bed like a bullet, shouting things that I will not repeat to you. Honestly, I spent 10 of those 15 minutes running around in circles, looking for things, hopping into a skirt, begging my husband to get coffee started, and thinking on the deep hurt that I felt towards my alarm clock that had betrayed me.

I sprinted into work, and got there just 10 minutes late to meet my appointment. Whatever, I didn't brush my teeth and the other aspects of my personal hygene were negligible, but I was able to professionally apologize for my lateness and move on with my day.

NOW, after work, I met my mother for birthday lunch with my husband and son. I have a deep love for the Cheesecake factory. I am fascinated by their huge portions, the kids that come there for their birthday parties, the millions of different kinds of cheesecake. The menu takes forever to read, and a lot of the things on it are sort of huge and scary. It really is staggering. I always get the same thing, and I look forward to it every year. Lunch portion salmon with asparagus, with the key lime cheesecake for dessert. I also eat the entire contents of the bread basket and use butter. It is once a year, and I don't feel bad about it. Usually.

This year, however, I have to say that I just can't eat like this anymore. I ate way too much, and I felt like I needed to be rolled out of the Cheesecake Factory in Ivan's stroller. I have felt horrid ever since. I had a bike ride tonight and let me just tell you, I felt like I was dragging along a cannonball. Every time we started uphill, I just couldn't keep up. My stomach felt all funny, and it just wasn't great. Even now, I am regretting my earlier food choices.

I am back on it tomorrow. I am putting my oatmeal in the fridge even as I speak. Bike ride was 20ish miles long and my Gilad workout was great.

Also, I got my computer back from MacAuthority. Good for me.