Sorry if the tone is blah, I'm just so damn tired. I do not even know where to begin on this weekend wrap up, so I will begin at the beginning.
Friday...
I think I did Iron Yoga Friday, and that was probably the best part of my day. Later, we went to dinner number whatever. Dinner was good, and the company for once was decent because we didn't talk about law school or law ad nauseum. I was super cute in my dress. After that, I changed because we had to go to this horrible party that I was way too over dressed for. So then we went, and it was the most horrible party EVER. It was hosted by some of D's law school class mates, and they still live like college guys, no offense to anyone in college...it was that whole scene...no furniture, the place was filthy, they didn't have bedframes, they were totally sleeping on mattresses on the floor. It was just a weird flash back sort of thing. It was a total college party, but a bad college party....keg, no booze, no mixers, no wine, just keg, no food whatsoever, beer pong, and it was a total sausage fest, and most of the guys there were rugby players. It's weird to see how college guys act when there aren't girls around that they are or would like to be sleeping with. All they did was insult each other and talk about the size of their cocks. It was fucking horrible and a dreaful bore. The beer was gross, and it wasn't lite, but I simply couldn't be sober in that horrible environment, so I drank it. Ugh. I couldn't harass D about wanting to leave early because he was trying to make friends or acquaintences or whatever with his classmates, and he never goes to crap like that, so I tried my hardest to be nice about it, and I sucked it up, and drank it down. Ugh. Horrible, horrible, horrible.
The next day we went to the World's Largest Garage Sale (no, really Google it ) in Warrensburg, which is over an hour away. We met my mom and her aunt up there, and we stayed there forever and bought stuff we didn't need. Omg, there was so much food pushing, it was unreal. They wanted fried dough, and you'd think I was saying that I wanted to murder and eat puppies when I said I didn't want any and then didn't eat any. Of course they didn't food push on D. WTF is that? It's like there's some unofficial code that if you're a woman who is with a woman who is eating crap, you automatically have to eat it, or your Official Woman Card will be revoked by the Sisterhood Police. So unfair. Did they go to a keg party last night or eat out at restaurants for the last three nights in a row? No. I told them that and they still harassed me. Ugh. I told them I was holding out for one thing, and that there was only one sweet thing I would eat if it was there: cider doughnuts. They're only around in the fall, and they're delicious. Deep in my heart, I was hoping they wouldn't be there, but wouldn't you know that my mom and aunt actually scoured the whole place until they found them. I ate one mini cider doughnut, and they seemed satisfied. Whatever.
We bought some dvds, some books, some brown leather gloves, and air plants, which are the coolest things ever. You can check them out at wwww.airplants.com. They look really cool, and they flower, and they don't have roots, need dirt, or need to be in water all the time. They just need to be soaked once a week for thirty minutes, and that's it. How cool is that?
After that, we went to my mom's for appetizers, and then we went out for dinner. I ordered the jambalaya because it was just lean protein, spiciness, and rice, and I swear it was the only thing on the menu that wasn't covered in cheese or cream. I didn't eat any bread, and I didn' eat any dessert. My aunt (FOOD PUSHER) ordered this raspberry, cherry vanilla ice cream ball that was covered in chocolate. She asked before she orderd if I would share, and I said no. My mom asked if I would share her key lime pie, and I said no. They both ordered them, and when they arrived, they both passed me the plate when I had said no; I said it again, and I stuck by it, and I got totally harassed by both of them. Why wouldn't I eat it????? One, I HATE cheries, but then she tried to find me some without cherries. I still said no. I jsut didn't want it. After I ate as bad as I did this week, I wasn't caving on anything. As far as I was concerned, I didn't mislead them. I told them I wouldn't, and I didn't, and besides, plenty of the others shared with them. Of course, they didn't harass the guys much. If they didn't want to eat the whole thing, why couldn't they just not eat it? Why do I have to participate in their caloric sins? They certainly didn't participate in any of mine this week. Hell, if someone told me they were on a diet, I would respect it, not harass them. GAH! HATERS. Anyways, we made it home at like midnight.
Next day. I cleaned all day. You name it, I cleaned it. Swept, vaccuumed, dusted, wiped, polished, everything. My apartment is spotless! I even made a small pile of clothes to get rid of, which is awesome. I need to do so much more though. I really do. I also made a lentil soup for the week, and I went grocery shopping. Rah, rah. I ate healthy all day, but I felt like all the crap I ate and drank really caught up with me because I felt like a beast, but by some magical occurence, I was able to zip a pair of 2s, not that they were wearable by any means (muffin top!), but they zipped and buttoned, which is more than they did a month ago, so that's good. Yay! The bummer is that last night I couldn't sleep a wink all night. I think I got maaaaybe two hours. I'm exhausted beyond the telling of it.
I didn't get any homework done.
Today I'm basically like the living dead. I was way too tired to run this morning. I got up, dee[ conditioned my hair, washed and conditioned my hair, walked the dog, and voila, I suddenly didn't have time to workout. BOO! The hair could not wait. It was just so dry. Ugh. Whatever. I came to work, and I'm setting up this meeting, and then I'm going to walk, and then I'm going home. When I get there, I'm going to do a set of squats, sit ups, bench press, and rows. I don't have much energy, so I'm going for two sets of twelve because I feel dead. Fun!
I don't know if there's enough caffeine in the world to help me make it through class tonight.
Also, I want
this desk bike thing. Thoughts? To me it seems like a great way to burn some extra cals while at my desk....especially during session when things get crazy and I can't walk. I mean, granted, I am sure it doesn't burn anything near what a real bike burns, but even if I burn only 100 calories in an hour, that's something, right? What do you all think??
Ok, next thing, and then I'm done. My best friend is pregnant, about 3-4 months along. I think I mentioned that about a month or so ago. I'm really worried about her because a few months ago, she basically started a vegan diet, and I suspect she did it for weight loss. She always ate meat before, and she's never expressed any dislike of meat or any concern over animals or ecological well-being or anything like that. She basically said she felt fat, and then a few months later, she tells me that she doesn't eat eggs, dairy, or meat, and that she only eats fish, specifically sushi. Well, newsflash...you can't eat sushi when you're pregnant, and you can't eat most fish when you're pregnant anyways because of the mercury content and the pcbs, which pretty much means she's a pregnant vegan. From what she's told me, she's pretty much eating starch, fruits, veggies, and some soy milk. I'm just really worried about her and her baby. I know I was eating a vegetarian diet for awhile,and I was really careful about it, and I wasn't even vegan. I ate cheese, eggs, beans, and at least one soy pattie every day, and I took a multi and b vitamins, and I still got ill, and I know that you need a mega ton of protein, calcium, iron, and vitamins to grow a person. Women who do eat meat often become anemic when pregnant, and she's vegan for crying out loud! Plus, women who eat a lot of sugar and starch while pregnant are at a higher rish of gestational diabetes, whish is....bad. I don't know where I'm going with this. I'm just really worried about her, and I don't want to be a pain in the ass. I know if I say much of anything, I'm going to get the "you've never had a baby; you've never been pregnant, and you don't know anything about anything, and who are you to say what's good for me and my baby line" and....I'm just worried about her. She's very new to veganism, and it takes a lot of knowledge, planning, and research to do it right, and from what she's told me, she's not doing it right; she doesn't know crap about nutrition, and....I'm worried about her. Advice? *sigh*