Been an extraordinarily long day. I’m weary. I feel old. And then I stumble across this:
I had an old boombox that loved to eat tapes. I found putting an eraser end on the back of the pencil helped the grippiness immensely.
So yeah, I get the connection.
Found by way of NewMexiKen and source is here.
First of all…I’m glad to be back on the interwebs. The hotel where I’m staying this week is supposed to have free WiFI, and in the past, it’s always been great, allowing me to surf and do email with ease.
During this week it’s been dog slow. At one point it took a half hour for a page to load. For three days I’ve been begging someone to restart the router on my floor and this netted me many a blank stare from the hotel staff.
They finally gave me a tech support number and the nice tech support guy in another country diagnosed my technical issues. And then he restarted the router. Sheesh!
Aaaaaanyhow….
Along with interweb woes, I’ve been living it up a little on the road food. (see my abject joy of Sonic post).
Lately (meaning, prior to this trip) I’ve been trying to eat small meals several times a day. Good small meals with lots of lean protein and less sugar along with going easy on the dairy, and no gluten.
God I’m getting old. Look at that paragraph above. Sheesh.
But…when I do all of that and throw in a little exercise, I feel pretty good. I sleep well. My brain is clear. I have energy.
Today, I had to endure a daylong training class. I did nothing more than sit on my rear all day. No exercise and boooooring. So to pass the time I poured milk in my coffee (bloat) and had a pastry from the oh too pretty plate of goodies (tummy gurgle) and ate a sizeable lunch on top (*burp*).
Now I’m all bloated up like Violet Beauregarde (the one who swelled up into a blueberry and had to be juiced) and wondering just what in the heck possessed me when I know better?
As I said to the good man via a whiny text message….”A few minutes of :) for several days of :( Ugh!”
Ugh, indeed.
It didn’t used to be like this. I used to be able to eat dairy and wheat and fats of all sorts of saturation with reckless abandon!
Where did it all go wrong?
I aged. That’s where it all went wrong. At 22 I could bounce back from a journey down cheesey tater tot lane in about a day. Now it takes me many days and some hard work and diligence just to come back to even.
*sigh*
Thus ends my whining for the day.
I know, I know…ya’ll went two days without a blog post for this? Hmph!
I’ll try harder tomorrow.
