I'm a pretty even keeled person. It takes a lot to stress me out or piss me off and I can usually put things out of my mind pretty easily. This is sometimes not a good thing, since I’m also a notorious procrastinator in my personal life. On occasion, I’ve been known to forget to do important things just because I’ve got the old memory lockbox thing going. The past week or so has been pretty stressful with dealing with fucking Wells Fargo about my mortgage. I really don’t want to lose my house and I seem to talking to the poster children for apathy. I know they want their money. I know that they will get their money if they can be fucking patient until September. From a business perspective, they would take a loss if they foreclosed on my house because there is no way that they will recover the outstanding principal on my home if they sell it, because the market is so loose right now in DFW.
Anyway, I think that as a result of the stress I’m trying to pretend that I’m not under, I’ve been screwing myself up with my new lifestyle change (heehee, everything I say that, it’s like I’m turning gay instead of healthy). The funny thing is that I really haven’t, it just seems that way in my head. I’m making myself guilty for taking a day off exercise or eating a bad meal, even though I’m still doing pretty damn well.
We went out to eat at Red Robin yesterday after I came home and tried to deal with the mortgage stuff again. Laurie was pissed at me, because she thought I wasn’t being firm enough with the people I was talking to and because I was yelling at her (which really wasn’t yelling—my voice was raised and I was pissy). She’s right, in that I wasn’t as aggressive as I could be, but it would have been a futile task with the peons I was talking to on the phone. They couldn’t (and wouldn’t) help. I apologized for raising my voice and then we went on with balm for all fat people’s ails; dining out on high-fat/high-calorie food.
I love Red Robin. I want to whisper sweet words of love in the feathered ear of Red Robin. I want to walk hand in hand with Red Robin, into a swelling, orange sunset sinking into an azure sea. I want to bend Red Robin over a black leather couch, while I unlace my red leather chaps and shove my stiff…uh, moving on….
I had a Teriyaki Burger and Fries. To save money, Laurie and I drank water. I don’t know if it was the greasy goodness of the burger, or the fact that we just took a break away and spent time together as a family, but I was a’ight by the time we left. Even though I blew through 21 points on that one meal, I was only in the hole by 6 for the day, which I deducted from my weekly flex points. So, I’m still OK with my diet, I just have this weird guilt about enjoying a burgerlicious dinner. Hopefully, that will change as I get further along with my new lifestyle change (snap, girlfriend!).
I did get back on the horse, activity wise, by going out and running/walking a little over 1.5 miles. I made use of the new MP3 player that I bartered for my Sony Palm Pilot on Craig’s List. It’s a lot more convenient than the CD player, but those fucking earbud things are driving me nuts and I had to stick it in my pocket because the lanyard that it is on makes the damn thing just swing from side to side when running. But, there’s nothing better to run to than five albums worth of Metallica blasting into your skull.
I forgot to weigh before I left for work this morning, so I’ll have to post my weekly weight update tonight when I get home. I think overall it’s been a good week, but it won’t be official until I weigh in. The past few days have been tough with the stress of everything going on, but for some reason I’ve been really, really hunger all day long. My stomach growls practically all day long (even after I eat), which it hasn’t been doing for the past nine weeks. I hope it passes soon, because it sucks like Corky Romano.