Tuesdays are hell for me. Literally. I am always in a meeting with a client from noon til anywhere between 3 pm and six pm. This wreaks obvious havoc on a diet program, never mind the agonizing stress it brings - but that's another tale altogether.
So I sat in a "short" meeting - three hours. I purposefully had an early shake before leaving so I could get through the meeting, have a late veggie only lunch and eat a late dinner.
Before dinner, I went to my first "check-in", where I was weighed and measured and all that fun stuff. I lost 4 lbs in a week, and 1/2 an inch each off waist, thigh, arm and bust. % body fat went down by .25%, if memory serves. All in all, I felt pretty damn good with my results. Considering I haven't been able to get under 150 lbs for 6 years, being weighed at 151.4 lbs got me excited. It's really happening.
I was extremely full of veggies by the time I was done dinner; steak tournedos with Dijon and tarragon, chard and spinach, and roasted cauliflower and parsnip puree, which was heavenly, I might add.
The thing about Tuesdays, being the most stressful day of my week by far, is that I used to drink quite a bit once I got home and headed out. Some days I went straight to the Irish Heather and sat there til I was numbed enough to move. Slowly. So today I had the challenge of getting through the day with no alcohol and had to find another stress release.
I had a hot bath. It was nice, but didn't stop my head from spinning in work-related concentric circles. I cleaned, which just made me tired. I collapsed on the couch with the dog at my feet and decided to browse Netflix.
I found the solution... I started watching Star Trek: TNG from episode 1... god, I love Netflix. I am a closet nerd and loved TNG when it was on the air. So my new "me-time", the new bourbon, is Jean-Luc Picard. I hope Patrick Stewart doesn't mind me using years of his work as a cocktail-replacement, but there it is...
Make it so.
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