For the love of Pete I am struggling to understand the logic behind the 'temporary' contact lenses being doled out like precious gold. Why in the world does the packet only include FIVE - not seven? So this will be the second 'weekend' I find myself having to revert to my old contacts which have already been identified as a complete 90 degrees off from what I need to wear because ... grrrrrrrr. If you want me to test them for a week, give me a full week to test. Otherwise, I cannot help but feel that this back and forth is affecting my ability to retrain my eyes in the way you wrote the new prescription.
End Rant
A little enthusiastic on my juice prep yesterday so having more of the same (leftovers) this morning. Lunch may be some of the leftover chicken fajitas from last night. Not sure.
Yoga Gal brought me the leftover cabbage from her Easter Dinner. My fault; instead of being honest with her when she invited me over on Sunday and admit I really don't LIKE cabbage I accepted, complimented the meal, etc., Now I'm stuck with her bringing me more. That's what I get for being nice. I'll eventually have to nip this in the bud before I become her cabbage charity.
Finally decided on mini sweet peppers, tuna and a tomato for lunch. Chewing, chewing, chewing. Still having meals without liquids.
So this is likely it for me journaling for a few days. I'll be loading up Mushy early in the morning to go pick up my friend and head for "Nawlins". Projecting positive images of me being able to endure extended walking and standing.
So I'm not sure if I should feel flattered about this or not. One of my customers, upon me sharing my weekend to N.O. trip plans, flirted and said he would 'bring out the wild woman in me if he took me to N.O.' Okay, haha, but he's married. So I guess not so flattering. I asked him why he didn't take some cutie patootie young skinny gal and he said that's not what he wanted. So I made it clear not no, not this weekend, but not ever as long as he's married. He said he'd ask again sometime. Ah well, as long as he's able to take no for an answer.
Ironic, he asked me when we first started doing business a few years ago if I was 'discreet'... who knew he meant 'this'. I thought me meant not discussing his business with other people.
I have always had a low self esteem at this weight thanks to the fat shaming generalities. Conversely I will admit despite the health risks I always feel 'safer' at this weight because I do consider myself less 'f*ckable' ((sorry)) because I do feel threatened when I'm thinner.
It brought to mind shortly after Cutty passed one of my other customers took on a stalker mode (this was before regaining the weight). He actually wrote my name out on the money he used to pay me (for merchandise). That was creepy. But it added to my feeling of being uneasy and I probably started eating again to resume my layer of protection.
Something else to work on. I won't let this one married guy today throw me off my path to resuming my health - probably because I'm not doing what I'm doing to be thin; I'm doing it to be healthier. So without the pursuit of a number I should still be 'okay' ... at least for today. I'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here.
