Sunday, August 28, 2016

Ham sandwich

Last night I had a dream that I went to my sesh with Charro and she was running late.  I was supposed to run in a race downtown but missed it because she was late.  I was at the race and we were all waiting for it to get organized and start and my brother came up to me to tell me that somebody called about my car, because it was parked in a parking lot, and that they were going to do something and I had to call them back.  Not sure what that was.  Then I left to go see Charro.  I got there and she let me know she was running an hour late.  Our sesh was now at 5:20 PM on the roof of a building.  It was Fall and it was getting dark out.  I was looking over the roof and saw her walking in with snacks for me.  It looked like a box of chocolates, but when she got up to the roof, seeming a bit disheveled, it was actually a sandwich.  We sat down and unwrapped the sandwiches and I looked at her and said, "You know there's ham on here."  She said, "Ya, just take it off," then proceeded to open my sandwich and take off the ham.  There was salami on there too, so we took that off and I said, "You know I'm just eating tomato and bread now?"  She said yes.  There was a ton of mayo on there too, which I've always found repulsive.   We started eating and I started telling her how I was missing my race.  She wanted to know why I was running it if I hate running.  That's all I remember.

Snack day tomorrow.  Yuck. I'm not sure if it's going to be whole milk and a muffin or french fries.  Doesn't matter really, both suck, but I won't be eating dinner after that because I'll be getting on a train.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

A snack and WIF

Next week's going to be fun.  Charro told me that she can't see me on Thursday next week and said that I could come on WIF instead.  (Different office with a scale)  Well, I do not want to get weighed and I do not want to go there.  I told her that I wasn't going to go, I didn't make a big deal about it, I just said that I wasn't going to go because I didn't know what I had going on.  She was like, "So you just won't come that second time and forego it?  I said, "Yep."  She said, "I'm putting you down so I don't give it to someone else."  I said, "You can give it to someone else.  I'm not coming."  Then she said, "Now you're making me suspicious."  At that point I told her that I was just messing with her so she would stop being suspicious.  Truth is, I've lost a little bit of weight and there's no way that I'm not going to get into some trouble if I go to WIF, but if I don't go, then she'll know I'm not going because I don't want to get weighed.  So really, I'm just screwed.

Monday Charro is bringing me a snack.  Can't wait for that either.  Before I knew there, I told her that I might do a phone sesh instead because I might go home.  That's when she said she was going to bring my snack.  Oh fun fun.  I asked if she had an earlier time but she doesn't.

In other news, I moved.  I'm not happy or settled yet.  Hopefully that will change.  My job is changing too.  I'm apparently getting a promotion and a lot bigger territory to cover.  So, I've had absolutely no stress in my life over the past month or two.  Ugh.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

"The Perfect Snack"

I asked Charro if we could do a phone sesh on Monday because I won't be around.  She said she was planning on surprising me with my snack on Monday because Mondays are easier for her and she found the "perfect snack."  Great!!  I'm sure it's a stupid container of whole milk and a muffin.  I told her I'd "Come hungry and leave happy."  I don't know what that's a commercial for, maybe McDonalds.  If I'm eating a muffin and drinking whole milk at 5 PM, I definitely won't be eating dinner.  I'll be full 9 days.

That's all.  She'll have to surprise me another day.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Your hair is disastrous

Charro was off her rocker yesterday.  As she said, "I didn't even have a Coke."  (She says that because one time she had a Coke and was in rare form).  She was nuts, but funny.  

So I'm sitting there and she chimes in with this...

"What's going on with your hair?  I think you should just go to brown.   But is it also white?  I'm sorry, I just need to figure this out.  I've never quite seen you looking like this before."

Me - "Do I ask you if yours is white?"
  
"You can.  Your hair looks crazy.  I think you need to be aware that your hair is a disaster.  (laughing hysterical).  It looks interesting.  I'm just letting you know that it's time to go to a hair place.  Why do you have to wait two weeks?"

So that was our hair discussion.  She also told me I could change my day, if moving got in the way, and go to her other office and have WIF.  Clearly, that is NOT going to happen.  I can't be WIFFED right now, that would not be good.

She tried to convince me that I could handle driving and having my car in NYC.  NO THANK YOU!!  That's not happening.  She told me that alternate side parking is fun and that I could meet someone and then she said, "That's how I met my husband."  I said, "Really?" and she said, "No."

I learned she is having two BBQs this weekend.  I told her it's going to be really hot.  It's going to feel like 110 degrees with the heat index.  So, as I was leaving I told her not to melt and that she should just put her bathing suit on and run through the hose.  She said, "I would look pretty weird with people over and I'm in my bathing suit sitting on a hose."  Then she realized what she said and started laughing.  I laughed and just walked out.  She nuts.  I love it.

Friday, August 05, 2016

Food challenge time

Yesterday Charro decided that it's time for another food challenge.  Woo hoo!  We don't see each other at a time that's good for meals, so that's out of the question, plus the area we're in doesn't have much around it.  She did say that our old time, noon, was much better for these, but oh well.  She said she's not going to tell me when it's happening, she'll just surprise me.  I said, "It doesn't matter because most of the time something comes up and you can do it when you say you're going to anyway."  I'll just make sure I show up hungry for the next few weeks in case she springs something on me.  Lord, let it not be french fries a muffin.  I guess the problem isn't really eating there, but when I get home I will not want dinner and I know she's going to make me go home and eat dinner and take a picture of it and send it to her so she knows I'm eating it.  We'll see what happens.  I'm not freaking out about it all.  A few years ago I would have been but now I don't really care.

She did say something about how I'd have to eat a lot more if I was in residential treatment.  I said, "I know and I would freak out about that."  I would lose it if that were the case, but it's not so I'm okay.

It's beautiful out so I'm going to go for a run.  I don't want to but I will.