I stepped on the scale, as I do every Friday morning, to find that I had lost my 25th pound. Not too shabby two months in, if I do say so myself. I also paid off 2/3 of my credit card balance. Like, went in and cut them a check for 2/3 of the balance because that’s apparently something I could do and have it not totally screw us. I was looking at different ways I could pay it off, and I was going to switch to a card with a 0% balance, the whole bit, and then I was like, “nope. I’m going to just pay it off like we did with the pet debt - throw any extra money at it until it’s gone. I would rather have no payment than a 0% interest payment.” So, that was pretty sweet. I’m looking at having a debt that has chased me since undergrad completely gone by the end of the summer. And then after we pay off our furnace financing, I’m coming for you, car. (As in, all of my revolving debt will be gone by the end of the summer. HOW AWESOME IS THAT.)
ANYWAY. There’s a little bitter to the story of this day too, but only a little because I learned something pretty significant.
I’ve been having some...let’s just avoid being gross and call them digestive troubles, over the past four days or so. Not alarming enough to call my doctor, but I had to figure out what was going on. I was clearly having a reaction to something. Then Friday, by far the worst of the four days, I started dry heaving at work.
I tried two new things last week that I don’t ordinarily eat: macaroni salad (gluten-free and vegan except for the chicken) and decaf cold brew with a splash of unsweetened coconut milk. I had consumed both with reckless abandon for the previous four days because they are DELIGHTFUL. One was filled with soy (because of the vegenaise, for which my doctor gave me the go-ahead - if something is on the line of whether or not I can eat it, I always check), the other was coffee, which I hadn’t had in like two months and then had one regular (decaf) coffee and then went full throttle to decaf cold brew.
It was totally the coffee.
I am also not discounting the idea that it may be because I’m burning the candle at both ends. I left work Friday early and came home and slept for four hours. Then I went to bed at a perfectly reasonable time after eating a can of chicken soup and slept through the night. I’m tired. Two summer classes is hard, especially when I’ve never taught one of them before. I feel like I’m playing catch-up all the time, even though I know I’m fine and I need to just do the work bit by bit, and I have been.
But all that changes in five working days.
Five
Working
Days.
That’s all that stands between me and two weeks of vacation. Granted, we don’t have anything planned except getting a new furnace and I will probably be doing a lot of schoolwork and writing, but I will be shutting off my email and everything. Totally unplugging from my job for two weeks. I CANNOT WAIT.
Also, when I hit a milestone anything, I like to do something special for myself, and for every 25 pounds I lose, I’ve decided to do just that. Also, on a related note, I’ve been thinking about getting my nose pierced for several months, and said it out loud to Rob about two weeks ago. We were home on Sunday trying to figure out what to do with our lazy butts on a Sunday afternoon and Rob was like “LET’S GO GET IT DONE TODAY”
So, that’s what I did. It hurt a lot less than I expected, and keeping it clean is fine - not overly time-consuming, so that’s good. (Also a little entertaining to spray saline up my nose. Just saying.)
Now all I need to do is stop cheating on my diet and “accidentally” eating cheese, and I’ll be right as rain. :)
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