The first day
Feb. 9th, 2005 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muck_a_luckAfter a hideous January, wherein, although I stuck to the diet OK, between illness and depression I exercised, like, twice, I am using Lent as inspiration to get back on the horse. (Ha! Diagram that sentence!)
This morning, hauled myself grumbling out of bed and did aerobics.
I think tomorrow MTV Power Yoga and I Want Those Abs. Friday, aerobics and I Want Those Buns. Skating Saturday night with Small Boy.
That's my plan.
Also, going to try for lighter breakfasts (and did so this morning), and as stated previously (eek) no desserts. Definitely going to take the fear of God to get me to reduce calories any more than I have been, but for the final push, I think stricter caloric intake needed.
Lent as inspiration, that's what this is.
Did I tell you about the time Lent saved me from a horrible doom? At Freilischer, there was this client who drove everyone crazy. As the new girl in town, I got him, as everyone else was going to cuss him out on their very next phone conversation with him.
Now, this journal aside, I have a reputation everywhere I work for taking abuse with sweet grace. At TKC, there were bets on when I was going to crack and scream at a client over the phone. Other analysts would stare in amazement as I took client call after client call, and sounded sincere and caring and friendly with every single caller. Freilicher exploited that, and I was nothing but sweetness and light with this nasty person. Not that it made any difference to how he treated me. He was just as evil, bad, and awful as he was to everyone else. But it was clear he liked being treated well. He was always concerned that I not leave the firm.
Anyway, one day he needed to come in and sign something. It was Lent, and I was doing a kind of Ramadan type fast. Nothing but water and diet soda from 7 to 7 (more or less). So he says, "I'll come in about 2:30 to sign the documents. Or I could come in earlier and we could go out for some lunch?"
Yikes!
I said with flustered giggles, "I'm so sorry. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I can't. I'm fasting for Lent."
And what, exactly, could he say to that?! Tee hee!
Another day, I will relate the scintillating story of my stalker client...
This morning, hauled myself grumbling out of bed and did aerobics.
I think tomorrow MTV Power Yoga and I Want Those Abs. Friday, aerobics and I Want Those Buns. Skating Saturday night with Small Boy.
That's my plan.
Also, going to try for lighter breakfasts (and did so this morning), and as stated previously (eek) no desserts. Definitely going to take the fear of God to get me to reduce calories any more than I have been, but for the final push, I think stricter caloric intake needed.
Lent as inspiration, that's what this is.
Did I tell you about the time Lent saved me from a horrible doom? At Freilischer, there was this client who drove everyone crazy. As the new girl in town, I got him, as everyone else was going to cuss him out on their very next phone conversation with him.
Now, this journal aside, I have a reputation everywhere I work for taking abuse with sweet grace. At TKC, there were bets on when I was going to crack and scream at a client over the phone. Other analysts would stare in amazement as I took client call after client call, and sounded sincere and caring and friendly with every single caller. Freilicher exploited that, and I was nothing but sweetness and light with this nasty person. Not that it made any difference to how he treated me. He was just as evil, bad, and awful as he was to everyone else. But it was clear he liked being treated well. He was always concerned that I not leave the firm.
Anyway, one day he needed to come in and sign something. It was Lent, and I was doing a kind of Ramadan type fast. Nothing but water and diet soda from 7 to 7 (more or less). So he says, "I'll come in about 2:30 to sign the documents. Or I could come in earlier and we could go out for some lunch?"
Yikes!
I said with flustered giggles, "I'm so sorry. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I can't. I'm fasting for Lent."
And what, exactly, could he say to that?! Tee hee!
Another day, I will relate the scintillating story of my stalker client...
