So, I got up this morning and made myself some breakfast. Then I grabbed my latest read and plopped myself on my leather sofa to dig into the next 50 pages or so. Then it was my plan to head down to the gym and get a good workout in. I'm determined to beat this stupid scale. I found myself feeling sluggish and just not wanting to do anything strenuous. I even had the thought that if I decided to turn the car around right now and go home to rest, no one would be in the know and when I confessed my sins to my Accountabilibuddy, I'm sure she would support my decision to just rest and take care of myself. But then, I shook my head at myself and just kept on going.
I got to the gym and it was almost empty. Hurray! I was thinking of camping out on a rowing machine or paying Ellie a visit since I hadn't been spending much time with her. Ellie? You know. Elliptical. Duh. But I decided that I needed to see about doing a few intervals on the good ole treadmill. Mildred of course. She's a trusty old gal if there ever was one. So Mildred won. I hopped on and thought, I'll just walk for the first 5 mins then start doing 90second runs with 60second recovery. I got to about 2 1/2 minutes and I just couldn't stop myself. Something in me just took over. I started running. 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 4 minutes, 5 MINUTES. Seriously? What has gotten into me today? Yes, I did 5 minutes. I can't even remember the last time that happend. FOREVER! I ran a couple 2 minute intervals, a couple 3 minutes, and that wonderful 5 minutes that felt oh so good. Then I walked the last 10 minutes at an incline to keep my HR up.
45 minutes with Mildred and 400 calories later I decided it was time to take a swim. So I did just that. I swam 10 laps in 20 minutes and was dead tired by the time I was done. I was the only one in the pool though so it was almost meditative. The water still and peaceful as I breast-stroked my way through it only disturbing the surface where my face lifted out for a breath and sunk back in with every stroke. It was magical. Every moment felt like a lifetime. Time slowed to a snail's pace and all there was was me and the water.
By the time I was ready to call it quits, I was feeling energized and happy. Peaceful. I took a shower and got myself dressed. My drive home was quiet and pleasant. Nothing out of the ordinary. No crazy drivers or traffic to concern myself with at all. I got home and let the dogs outside. Then I decided I needed to fix myself some lunch. We had some left over spaghetti sauce but no noodles cooked so I grabbed a pot and filled it with water to boil. I realized that the dishwasher was still full from Hubby doing the dishes last night so I decided I should unload it while waiting for my water to boil. I opened it up, and tried to pull out the top rack of the dishwasher when it happened. The top rack wouldn't budge. Not even a little. It was caught on something oversized from the bottom rack. This has been a point of irritation for us since we've had this dishwasher. It only really happens though when something tall is placed in there perpendicular to the movement of the racks. Hubby and I have untangled a good many large things from this irritating mess in the past and I've schooled him on the perpendicular issue that causes it. Simple solution right? When you put a pan in the dishwasher, put it in lengthwise so it can't get caught on the spinner above it. Simple.
I swear, when I pulled on that top rack and it didn't move, I went from calm, peaceful, soft spoken, angel of love and harmony to the devil's prize fighter. Split second Dr. Jekyl - Mr. Hyde moment for sure. I reached back in the dishwasher head and all to go a few rounds with the mess and a series of swear words came flying out of my mouth that I wasn't even really aware of as it was happening. It broke free and I pulled the culprit from its platform of arrogant deceit and threw that son of a bitch across the kitchen while yelling at it as though it was my husband.
Then I had an out of body experience. The angel that was just previously residing in me decided to take a step back, taking my rational mind with her to show me what I looked like. Oh no! I thought to myself. That's me? "Oh yes, my dear, that most definitely is you". Ew! I said. I think I might need a time out. That brilliant angel decided to do a brief replay of my immediate behavior so I could see just how I looked and sounded. It was just enough to snap me back into reality. I picked up the pan, finished puting the dishes away, made my noodles and sat quietly eating my lunch with the same amount of angelic presence as I had before the dishwasher taunted me so.
So how do you like that for a nice little Saturday?
1 comments:
You definitely need to chill! Was that hormones making you that upset at the dishwasher?
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