So, today has been a righteous pisser on most accounts.
First of all, Zliten took our Iguana Donna to the vet because she has not been eating or pooping lately. I thought the idea of pet health insurance was stupid until today – she cost about 650 dollars today, and will cost somewhere between 200 and 1200 tomorrow depending on if she needs surgery. Silly thing apparently ate something that’s just not passing, so she’s had everything from an enema to barium and x-rays to fluid shots. If she poops tonight, they just need to do some follow up care with her. If she doesn’t, it’s likely she will need surgery (hence the large dollar range). As grumbly as I am about the cost, it will be worth it as long as she’s ok. And we are DEFINITELY going to look into pet health insurance.
Here she is on the scale at the vet – she is 2 lbs exactly!
Probably about five minutes after Zliten drove by the area in the way to the vet – if you haven’t heard already – a plane decided it wanted to come to work in a building very close to where I work/live. Silly plane, you can’t go to work, you don’t have a job, you don’t belong there! Before I get a bunch of hate mail about being completely insensitive, I know it’s no laughing matter, but honestly, when it’s so close to home, all you can do is make light of it. Because the other option is being scared of this kinda crap happening and freaking out about leaving the house, and I am not having that.
If you haven’t actually read the fuckwit’s manifesto, feel free to try here, but honestly? Let me sum it up – “I don’t understand how to pay taxes and it’s made me make poor decisions and my life sucks and instead of learning from my mistakes, I’m going to instead burn down my house, leave my wife and kid without anything (as I’m sure arson isn’t covered with insurance and neither is suicide), and kill myself in an act of domestic terrorism because I am the adult equivalent of a rebellious teenager and I’ll show them!!!” Seriously? Dude? Grow a pair and deal with your problems in a way that doesn’t cause property damage and screw your family’s future. Kthx.
We drove by the building again on the way to dinner (after this kind of a day, I’m only human – I ditched the run in favor of some chicken fajitas and a margarita), and it’s just wrecked. You can see the plane hole from the freeway and instead of the black mirrored exterior it’s just all shattered and broken on that side. Thank goodness that only 2 people sustained major injuries, 1 is missing, but the current thought is the dude was playing hookey as no one thought he had actually shown up to work.
In other less important but more personal news, I’ve been tracking my calories and seem to come in right around 1800-1900. So that’s good as a) I’m definitely not eating as much as I was before, so I was FOR SURE sustaining my running this race and not undereating (yay!) and b) I’m naturally eating right around maintenance calories, which makes calorie reduction to say, an average of 1500 per day make sense. If I had naturally settled around 1500, then I’d be a little frustrated, as reducing from there makes me cranky. It’s gonna take some calorie detox time, but I should be able to get back to where I was eating a few months ago. Maybe my metabolism just took some extra time to repair? Only time will tell.
I am also now 12 days without a cigarette. I hadn’t intended to quit for good, but the Sunday before the race, I quit until after the race (for a week). Then I got sick. After the race, I was still sick, so I didn’t just go light one up. It occurred to me that I might be best served by making a go to quit entirely. Oh, I’ll probably still slip up and suck down a delicious American Spirit Yellow occasionally while drunk. I’m just going to attempt to not NEED it. I’d like to be one of those people who can take it or leave it and most often? Leave it. And the only way to do that is practice having some alcohol without cigarettes. Today I had a glass of wine and a margarita and didn’t really crave one. That’s huge for me. I believe there will be some imbibing tomorrow. It will be another test. I think if I make it through the first few drinks without and have less than I can count on one hand all night, I’ll say I passed.
…and hey, it’s almost a post. Next week, I promise some more coherent topics, I have some questions to answer, my workout and eating plan post-race, and much, much more.
If you wish to ask me a question, you can comment below, or you can use this handy dandy formspring ask-me-anything-page (hey, everyone is doing it, I might as well). Have a great weekend! Think poopy thoughts for my leezard, healthy thoughts for me and Zliten (as we are both getting over our respective plagues), and comforting thoughts for some poor, freaked out people who had a plane try to join their conference call this morning. Good night, good weekend, and good days ahead if’n karma will please.