Monday Morning Coming Down
Monday, September 26, 2011
I did not have a good weekend.
Friday my podiatrist dropped the thought of more surgery (as if the past 18 combined weren't enough), only this time it isn't about medical necessity as much as it is about correcting the problem of my remaining toes on my left foot curling up and because of that rubbing against my shoes and blistering). Saturday almost half of my cast cancelled on me for a very important rehearsal, more than a few at the last minute. By Saturday night, the two antibiotics I was put on because of a possible infection in my foot (courtesy of the blisters I got last weekend) had me running to the bathroom like I had just downed a Super Big Gulp worth of water right from the tap in Mexico. My wife didn't get home until after 1am this morning from rehearsal in NYC, and so I got almost no sleep before coming in here to deal with the usual annoying people that make this job feel like Sartre's version of The Office (hell is other employees) and the first thing my wife does this morning is send me an angry email because the house was messy. She didn't know all of the background stuff, but it all added up to me sitting here and feeling really angry at everything, but nothing in particular.
Also, I went to my PCP on Thursday, and I had only lost 3 lbs in the last month. I really thought I was going to be better than that. So that is pissing me off, too.
The coworker who gives me a ride into work (and one of the few who doesn't totally suck) went to get lunch, and I went w/him because I told him last week that I was buying him lunch today to thank him for the rides. He wanted Quizno's. I have a lunch in the fridge that I didn't get to eat on Thursday or Friday and I want to eat before it goes bad so that it isn't money flushed down the drain (mainly because I went to Quizno's on Thursday and got lunch. Notice there is no lunch entry / tracking on Thursday? Combination of "f@#% the world" and "guilt / remorse / denial after the fact" meals do that to a tracking device).
But next to Quizno's is a Boardwalk Fries, where they cook their french fries in peanut oil and the burgers are on par w/Five Guys both in scope and size (not to mention deliciousness).
In what can only be described as a victory for me, I walked away and didn't get that giant greasy burger (which no doubt would have been topped w/bacon and cheese and Lord only knows what else) and that big order of fries that would have been smothered in either ketchup or vinegar and Old Bay.
I came back and had a cup of nonfat, lower calorie and sugar yogurt.
I'm still in a crappy mood, but I feel a little better about myself than I did a couple of hours ago. And today there will be no shame in tracking my lunch.