Gym Thoughts

We were expecting some very heavy snow today. I had a big open block of time on the calendar with no meetings so I decided to go to the gym in the middle of the day.

Some of my coworkers take longer lunch breaks, or they take a nap. Or they do personal things like doctors appointments. I feel like I never do these things, but today was just feeling like it was a good day to do so. 

I dropped Geoff off at work at 12:45 and headed up to the gym. Hardly anyone there, an entire row of treadmills just for me. I popped in the headphones and cranked up the playlist. 

There are TVs at the gym and sometimes they have closed captioning on. Sometimes not. I was in front of a TV that was broadcasting a show about a dog rescue, I didn't catch the name but it was horrible watching some of these dogs in their situations. And the Orange Megalomaniac was on CNN right next to it, so I tried not to look at him. To the other side of the dog show there was a soap opera. 

Here's my brain:

• Jesus I hate that man and I do not want to see his face. 
• I wonder if I can ask them to just turn CNN off.
• Oh my gosh that woman is crying in every scene she is in on this soap opera. 
• I don't think I've ever seen someone cry that much.
• Wow that dog is fucked up, oh his leg. Oh honey. Oh sweet baby. So the owner's at the front door and there's no one punching him in his throat. I couldn't do this job
• I used to listen to a lot of Genesis. ABACAB is a certified banger. Alright! Somewhat running now
• Oh my GOD will you get that man off the TV
• What a sweet redo/cleanup of the little room in the house for the sweet doggo that is coming home! Awwwww
• She's crying again
• Ghost! Alright. Trucking on and on here. Going kind of fast
• Don't youuuuuu forget about me No No No No! 
• Dude, put a shirt on. Soap opera boy. no reason why you gotta be walking around half nekkid. Weirdo. Nice muscles tho. 
• Oh this dude next to me has the coolest green hair. 
• Monkees? I love her VAAAAAAALLLLERIIIIEEEEEEE
• Oh man that dog is so sweet and beautiful I wanna snuggle himmmmmm
• Go away Trump. 

There was way more but this was pretty much my brain the entire time. Just an example of me. 

Did quite a bit on the treadmill. I kept saying "okay, one more song. What's next?" My goal was a half hour and a good song came on at the 28 minute mark that kept me going a little bit longer. 

After the gym I ran over to the market for a couple things before it was going to get snowy. I should not go to the gym when I am hungry because I buy a lot of stuff that doesn't go together, or a lot of snacks. 

I also stopped for wine and High Noons on the way home, because ... snow. 

The storm was starting and I figured having something on hand in case I wanted it is always a good plan. The boys have beer, so I wanted to have something not beer and not wine. 

I got home and the dogs ran around outside as it was all just starting to come down fast. I had planned on being out until 2, and it was 2:15 so I felt alright with that. 

Checking my email, a client had asked me for some urgent help, so I set up a zoom screenshare and met with him at 4pm. I helped, and then he had question after question. We spent more than an hour on the call. 5 minutes with the problem, and over an hour with the rest of the stuff. 

Doug left to go get Geoff, and we were all happily settled in for the night. I whipped up dinner, and a friend/client of mine in Waco Texas messaged me. I'd tipped her off that Roger Clyne and PH Naffah were doing a free show in town at a hat store. Yes. A Hat Store. 

She streamed it live on Facebook for me and I was the only one watching. Singing along to Blue Collar Suicide and Interstate with a big smile on my face. 

Doug took the dogs out and said we had only 2 inches of snow. Hilariously, the plow has been up and down our street four times already. 

Toffee didn't want to go out at all but Dahlia did. Toffee hates weather. Too wet, too cold, too hot, too whatever she wants nothing to do with it. She's absolutely my dog. 

Dahlia hates when Toffee doesn't come out with her which is hilarious. So she just went out and peed and came right back in. 

After dinner, the dogs did some wild face fighting and then somehow both ended up with me on the couch. They ended up in a good affectionate snuggle and I loved it. 

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Gym Treadmill - 34 min/1.6 miles. 10,200+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 129
5pm: 99
10:45pm: 168

food:

coffee/water
9am: Phentermine
11am: Metformin+glipizide
11:45am: 2 good yogurt
2:30pm: Pepperoni snacks
5:30pm: Metformin+glipizide
6:15pm: bowl of sausage tortellini w/sauce; some bread
3 high noons
8:30pm: jardiance