You'll be pleased to know there were no negative ramifications from my liquid lunch. (See post below.) No, let me rephrase: there were no negative professional ramifications from my liquid lunch. I laid low, filing and (appearing as though I was) researching until the baby shower at 3:00.Then I had a humongous piece of cake with frosting and a Coke. Then, for reasons no longer clear to me, I had another piece of cake. And popcorn because someone else was having it and I liked the smell.
Then I don't know what happened. Sugar crash? Buzz kill? I was filled with self-loathing which could only be cured by one thing -- exercise.
We have a rudimentary workout room here in the agency -- a couple treadmills, a stationery bike, and weights. Not much floor space and no mats, but nice shower facilities. Back in days gone by, I would have used the "no machines/no floormats" excuse to dismiss working out here, and the "I can't miss the game!"* excuse for not working out either at the downtown club or the one at home. But because I had to cleanse my conscience, and because I really am dedicated to getting back into shape, I decided to "make do" with the workout room here. I did a half hour on the treadmill and (without floor mats, like the pioneer women did!) some leg lifts and sit ups while watching the game. I feel a little better about myself.
*But not the Cubs! How does a no-hitter into the 7th become a 5-5 tie in the 10th? C'mon, Boys in Blue! Shut 'em down and let's go home!
Guilt..don't you just hate it!!! ha ha...
ReplyDeleteAs long as it doesn't become a habit, you'll be okay. And hey, you exercised! That's always a good way to counter balance some bad judgement.
ReplyDeleteCake!!!! Hard to resist cake. I like cake. mmmmmm... cake! Especially chocolate cake.
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