Friday, November 30, 2012
W1D5: ST - Whole Body Split
5 min elliptical warm up
45min ST with rests between sets
5 min elliptical cool down
5 min stretching
I keep waffling back and forth between feeling bad about what happened tonight, and getting mad all over again. Clearly, mood swings are in full force. Allow me to explain...
After almost 2 hours in traffic I get home and start making breakfast burritos for dinner. I'd been craving them since this morning so earlier we decided to eat them tonight. I was tired and cranky.
BF gets home and opens his package of hiking boots that arrived in the mail today. I was a little ticked that ordered them, because it would've made a great Christmas gift. So he's going on and on about his boots, trying them on, asking me to step on his toe to see how strong the reinforcement was. Then he informs me that he also ordered the jacket by the same brand today.
The week of Thanksgiving I went to Bass Pro and picked out that jacket, and already had it hidden downstairs.
I screamed at him. I threw the sausage-covered spatula at him. I called him a Grinch that only thinks of himself at Christmas. I told him how dare he ask for something for Christmas and then go buy it for himself.
I marched downstairs, grabbed the jacket, shoved it in his face, and then stormed off to return it. I also told him I was returning the drill that was downstairs too.
Ok pause-- in writing I sound like a crazy person. But, I just held this image of a perfect Christmas. We would get a tree (which we've never done) and put presents underneath it. On Christmas Day he would open all these great gifts I got him and be so happy. And then he had to go and ruin it by selfishly buying everything on his wishlist. I mean, shouldn't he be shopping for gifts for others?? Why did he splurge on EVERYTHING he wants?
I seriously considered actually returning the drill too. He's just going to buy it for himself anyway, right?
So after I return from more traffic getting to and from Bass Pro, I packed up everything I had prepped for dinner and threw the hashbrowns in the trash, which I knew he was looking forward to. I also found that I've left a considerable gash in the cabinet from the flying spatula.
I ate a bowl of cottage cheese in silence, then left for the gym. I've just gotten back, and we haven't spoken since my blow up.
I can't think clearly. Part of me wants to blame this all on PMS, but part of me blames him for ruining Christmas. I know, I know, it's not all about presents. But it felt so good to get him something he really wanted, and to do it early so I didn't have to stress about it.
I think I'm going to be incredibly juvenile and continue to sulk upstairs, take a bath, and go to bed early.
Side note: Gym wasn't crowded at 7:30 on a Friday (expected). Also, I was the only girl lifting. That was both empowering and incredibly intimidating.