Monday, January 28, 2013
In general, I was pretty healthy today, so I need to focus on that, right? I ate a well-rounded breakfast, took my gym clothes to my first shift so I could go straight away, got in a quick walk/run on the treadmill, did laundry, ate a healthy vegetarian lunch and drank tea, and had a rehearsal before my second shift at work.
But I was a bit bad when I met with the trio. Instead of meeting at the coffee shop (where I had the veggie lunch and cup of tea), the boys started out at the pub a couple doors down, so I had to meet up with them since they were a bit later than me. Anddddd what do I drink at the pub? Cider. That wouldn't have wrecked my calories for the day, but I got worse. As I walked my bass out to my car after rehearsal I was stopped by this guy on the street and he was grabbing my arm and getting up in my face, and I know that I shouldn't worry about it because this is a very safe city, but he freaked me out! I tried saying that I had to go get to work, and all these things, and I just tried walking away, but he was following, and I ended up almost running (yup, still with my bass) over to my car, and then I couldn't get the trunk open, and it was just a hectic few minutes. I was creeped out and this guy just wasn't taking a hint and it makes me SO MAD that in the middle of the day in this small city I have to deal with people being that way, and I had to lie and say I have a boyfriend (I am in a very strange in-between sort of thing right now) in order for this guy to even start backing off (at least it made him let go of my arm). UGH. Maybe this is because my friend and I were ranting about male privilege the other day at work, but I can't believe that people feel they can treat strangers that way. Oh, and it's not that I'm standoffish. I'm way too nice and I have a hard time getting out of situations like that, but that's why I'm so uncomfortable! I was scared, and it was hard for me to shake that guy off. This bothered me about the ship as well - and it almost seems worse when I have my bass with me. For some reason, whenever I'm carrying or pushing my bass around, people (especially men) treat me like some cute oddity. Oh, look at the girl with the bass! Or cello? I bet you wish you played the flute, ha ha! Need a hand with that thing? It's bigger than you are! How do you manage that? I understand that some people are just curious, and I don't mind talking about it sometimes, but just because this guy wanted to start a conversation with me he did not have the right to grab my arm, ask me about my love life, and walk with me and my "cello." Ugh, he couldn't even tell what instrument it was!
Well, that happened after rehearsal. On my drive home I pumped up Dawes and tried to sing along to forget about it, but I kept interrupting myself with new rants about that guy.
When I got home, I had very little time and I should have just had a big, calming glass of water, and possibly a banana if I was really hungry. That would have been a great situation, and I considered it. Instead I grabbed the Cheez-its and Harry Potter and read until the absolute last second I had to leave in order to get to work on time. Reading/TV watching and eating do not work well for me. I eat bad foods and I do not stop.
Kids West was fun, but it was also a bit crazy, and I was still in a frazzled mood when I got home. Luckily I have Zumba with Mom on Monday nights, and I only have fifteen minutes between work and class, so it's always a hustle (no time to snack or change my mind about going). I zumba'd so hard tonight! We've got a lot of fun new songs, and tonight was the first class where I felt like I moderately knew the steps, so I danced all out.
I should have stopped there. Should have gone home, showered, had some tea, and read. But instead I wanted food, and I asked Mom if she also wanted something, so we got pizza from the grocery store and had some chips and cookies to go along with it. Ughhhhh. While watching TV. Maybe tomorrow my goal should just be no computer/books while eating. Let's see how that goes, right?