Saturday night's entry didn't get published so here's the combo for Sat/Sun
Saturday:
During the pandemic, I celebrated Operation Yoga Pants daily. I didn't put on jeans or slacks or any kind of non-yoga related items for MONTHS. I sometimes wore shorts, or sweatpants, if the two pairs of yoga pants I owned were in the laundry. These are "soft pants."
I heard someone refer to jeans/slacks as "hard pants" and that made me laugh. The internet is full of good definitions of hard pants vs. soft pants. This link is from before the pandemic, so the terminology was out in the wild doing its thing.
Hard pants don't necessarily mean you're doing hard work in said pants, and these are you clothing needs. It's more like,,, not pyjamas. Anything not soft and cozy, comfy and stretchy.
I even have soft pants that are dress pants, from Betabrand, and I do love them. They're very butt flattering, and look good with boots. But I know in my heart, they're the same material as my yoga pants!
My office is not a super dress up place, but when you go in, sometimes there are humans that frown upon you for wearing jeans. Or Guster T-shirts. Your girl does not care.
Clothing may make the man, but, it doesn't matter in how I do my job better. I kick ass when I'm most comfortable. Everyone should work comfortably.
Since the pandemic, my office has not required us to return to our physical office building. We're all set working from home. We get shit done. We do great work. No matter where we are sitting. No matter what we wear.
Sometimes on the weekends, Doug and I go do things and I gotta put on jeans to go out into the world. So I do. Begrudgingly. And it's okay. I survive wearing hard pants.
This weekend we had no plans. We had no plans. No going anywhere hard pants are required. I did go to the gym, in the same yoga pants I've been wearing for days. To be honest, I looked just fine, if not better than some of the folks out there lifting weights and doing stuff.
Sometimes I'm like "hell yes I'm so going to that," when things are announced, and then I get to the date and I'm like "oh man, I so do not want to do the thing."
In this case, I completely blanked on its existence.
I asked Doug if he wanted to go and he looked at me like I had 3 heads.
Football playoffs. No. I get it.
Doug's all soft pants this weekend. I texted my friend S to ask if she was interested and she was all in.
"You're motivating me to put pants on," she said.
"I hope they are hard pants," I said.
So I put on my hard pants, after showering, of course. And we went. In the car we talked about other people we probably should have invited. At least 3 or 4 friends in the Baltimore area who could have come down to hang. I was happy we got us together to go. It is sometimes no simple feat. While we were sitting there with our phones trying to access the online ordering system and losing (stupid QC codes and shit) one of the friends we talked about walked in.
She came solo, just to see our friend Tim play. She didn't want to but she made herself leave the house and go. She's going through a super rough time. Just bought her first house and then immediately got laid off. She has applied for over 100 jobs and is getting nowhere. She has had to borrow money from her family to keep from slipping on the mortgage. She's frustrated and sad.
Leaving the house is hard.
So there we were sitting. And she walks in. And it was a holy shit you've got to be kidding me moment. I apologized to her because I had wanted to invite her but didn't know if she'd be up to coming.
She absolutely understood it, and said she probably would have said no if I reached out. But. She got her own motivation on to get herself out the door and ... kismet, as they say.
It was so much fun. Tim is so good, and the other acts were good too. I could hear severe Wilco/Uncle Tupelo influences coming out of one of them. We had a blast.
S posted to facebook last night a little pondering about "Say Yes." When someone reaches out, asks you to do a thing, try and say yes. There will be times where you will not want to do a thing, but. Do it. Get on your hard pants and go.
Everyone laughed at the hard pants part, which made me smile. We've all pledged to try and do just that.
You never know how much fun you may have.
I got home (thankful for S&S for driving) and even though I only had 3 beers I felt like I was trashed. Maybe the lack of food, 6 buffalo wings just ain't gonna do it, I guess. I fell just short of 10k steps because I opted to slip into bed before 11. Was feeling dizzy and rather intoxicated so. Best to not stumble around the house for 300 more steps.
Sunday:
For sure this is a soft pants day, friends.
We're supposed to get anywhere from 1-9 inches of snow, depending on where the storm hits most. I think up county for us will get the most. If we get 1 inch, it'll be pretty and cover up all the fleh out there from the last storm.
Bigger than that, it is supposed to get super cold here. In the DC area, they don't do well with snow, 'tis true. But cold is even worse. We were on a water use restriction a week or so ago because of so many water main breaks all over the region. And it'll probably happen again.
I'm going to make french onion soup for dinner tonight, and I realized we don't have much else for say Monday or Tuesday so I may end up at the market for some things.
This morning we all slept past 9 am. A rarity. Doug had gone into the guest room and both dogs went with him, which was nice for me because I had my whole side of the bed to myself, and as I felt super drunk and headachey when I went to bed, I was happy to not be encroached upon. Dahlia does a good job of staying down by my feet, Toffee gets right in my ass crack. And when both of them choose to be on my side of the bed, well, there's not a lot of room for my fat ass.
I woke up with no appetite, no desire to eat. Usually I wake up and have a little coffee and then a late breakfast, y'all see what I eat. But today the concept of making something, or mixing up yogurt, or whatever, I was not interested.
There was a snowstorm headed our way so at about 1:30, I went to the gym. Found a fun 90s workout mix to listen to, with Sir Mix A Lot, and Digital Underground. Fast pace, fun stuff. Old School, I think the kids would say.
It was getting stormier so I ran into Lidl for stuff for Monday and Tuesday dinner. Just in case we can't get out of the house again. The storm was a nothingburger - we got less than an inch of snow. But that's alright, we're just going to be experiencing some of the coldest temps this region has seen in forever.
Digits below this pic of me and my Saturday night Hard Pants friends.
Saturday digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Gym. Treadmill - 34 minutes, 1.34 miles. Got bored. 9700+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9am: 177
5pm: 128
10:30pm: 210
food:
coffee/water
11:30am: metformin; cinnamon raisin english muffin, w/pb
2pm: protein shake
during the evening: 7pm: metformin+jardiance, 3 beers, 6 buffalo wings
10pm: bowl of chili
Sunday digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Gym treadmill, 34 minutes/1.36 miles; 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9:45am: 185
5pm: 177
10pm: 152
food:
coffee/water
(forgot lunchtime metformin. Oops)
3pm: protein shake
6:30pm: 2 bowls of french onion soup, one with large garlic toast and one without.
7:30pm: metformin+jardiance
11pm: metformin (from lunch)
bottle of vinho verde
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