|Caitlin, I have "Old Blevins" stuck in my head. Help.
||[Jun. 22nd, 2004|10:37 am]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
I am, I think I can say this, wildly frustrated. The scale went up 1.5lbs on Saturday and hasn't come back down yet. grr. Ah well.
This morning was cardio morning. 30min. on the elliptical, 20min. jogging. A nice workout. Tomorrow I'm taking a day off from the gym. WOO! I'm going to send Matt off to work and then I'm going to do some yoga in my living room. I just need a day off or I'm going to burn out.
In good news for the gym, when going through my magazines for Miss Molly I found a big Shape double issue that I had gotten back in April and not read because I was "taking a break" (by which I mean "overeating and not going to the gym and yet still being surprised that I was gaining weight") so now I have another magazine! Yay! I made an appointment for a personal trainer session but I think I'm going to cancel it. She got irked when I mentioned I'd be doing this as part of my "two free" thing and when I said "pointers with free weights form" there was this long pause. So.. I think on Thursday when I go back I'm going to see the desk guy about this.
Food today will be very light. Toast for breakfast. Grapes, celery. Nothing much. Lots of green tea and water. Weigh in is tonight and I'm hoping to be down but not counting on it. Regarding dinner tonight, Cait, I'm generic mac-and-cheese broke (having gotten off my ass and actually put a large chunk in savings) so would you be up for grilling at home again? I can buy groceries, but I can't eat out.
Food tomorrow is light appetizers and then Thursday I'm doing Chicken Tikka Masala at home. I'm going to be doing some research today to look up weights programs and see if I'm missing any big muscle groups. I've been doing hyperextensions for my lower back and that's working but I fear I'm missing stuff in the middle.
Tomorrow is forced Happy Fun Time with the office. They're taking us to a ball game. I know I should be happy but y'know, I live an hour away. A 7pm game for a team I'm not actually following and where I can't be shitty and snarky with my fellow attendees? That bites. It fucks with my schedule and I feel like I have to go because if I don't I'm not a team player. Dammit.
I think Matt's managed to reschedule his bratling night to Wednesday so while we won't have a traditional date night on Thursday he'll at least be home with me while Cait and I have project night and I'll get to see some of him.
The news was talking about the discussions in the Senate regarding the return of soldiers remains from Iraq. Normally I'd listen to it like any other Senate debate. With my No-Doz handy. But two weeks ago I got a call at that camping event from my friend Jeff.
I love Jeff. Big guy, scary looking, sloping brow. Also, genius IQ, deadpan funny, and screams like a pussy at the smallest things. He always reminds me of Beast from the X-men. Anyway. Jeff called to say that he would be driving past us the next day and would we like to have breakfast or something. I asked why he was in the area (as opposed to outside Pittsburgh, where he actually lives) and he said he'd been in Dover.
Jeff's in the Air Force Reserves. About a year ago they announced they'd be phasing out his position and they'd be finding him a new position. Two weeks ago he was returning from mortuary training at Dover Air Force Base.
I got a quick and decidedly kind run-down of the kinds of things he'd learned. Of how glad he was to be learning on actual remains instead of dummies because the kinds of things he was seeing would have caught someone dummy-trained completely off guard. If you're used to doing autopsies on dummies, how do you deal with a body that has no chest cavity anymore? And then he began to cry.
The fact is, with all the talk about pictures of flag-draped coffins, I know that even if we don't get to see the evidence of soldiers coming in I feel so completely reassured by the kind of treatment they're going to be getting. Jeff and the people he trained with are all ex-military themselves. Some have seen combat. They are patriots and they are compassionate and those who are having to die in this conflict are going to be treated with the utmost care and respect when they come home. That is the best and most I can hope for at that point.
Now making sure Jeff never has to put his training to work by stopping the deaths? Well, I hold out hope. But not a lot.
Sorry about that.