Mar. 25th, 2008

besubversive: (lucille ball *gasp*)
This morning, I recorded on TheDailyPlate.com all the foods I was planning on eating for breakfast, snacks, and lunch today. It turned out that I was gonna be eating pretty light, so I stopped on the way to work and got some coffee and one of those Reese's Whipps. The cashier who rung me up said, without provocation, "Coffee and a candy bar? That's pretty bad." I didn't really know how to respond; it was early and I had other things on my mind. It wasn't until I was back in my car that I got totally angry and indignant about the remark. Maybe it was an attempt and friendly conversation, but seriously... I don't know why folks think it's okay to pass judgement on the food choices of other people. If I was thin, would she have felt compelled to say it? It felt like a tiny dig, like she thought it was her responsiblity to call out my fatness and let me know that my purchase was a step in the wrong direction, in her opinion. Like she was doing me some kind of service. Fuck that. I could be digging too deep, she just might be a generally tactless person. But I really don't think so.

Anyway. I'm back in the secretary pen. I think I'm going to spend the morning reading an etext of The Little Prince. After lunch, I'll do some work. I'm rationing it; I don't want to run out of things to do too early in the week.
besubversive: (jazzercise)
I'm painting an accent wall in my room, the color is called Vintage Map. It came down to a tough choice between Vintage Map and Grand Hotel Mackinac Blue, which are essentially the same color. Vintage Map is a bit darker and that's why I picked it. If it were a battle of names, Grand Hotel Mackinac Blue would have won. Both are pretty much the color of a robin's egg, but paler. Kind of minty and misty.

I just learned how to put my hair up with a pencil. Or a knitting needle. Or a big crochet hook. Or a chopstick. Or a tire pressure gauge. Or a magic wand. (I typed "wang" and then tried to correct and typed "wad." Oops.)

As it turns out, I am not very good at chess. The computer beats me every time. I need to play against someone who is also not very good. And then maybe we can both get better?

At the gym just now, I worked out harder than I should have. Rude awakening: I do have limits. And to give the whole thing a positive spin, at least I know what they are now! Once the trembling and the faintness wear off, I'll be just fine. In the meantime, I don't know how wise a shower would be. My mom fell in the shower once and broke her tailbone on the faucet. Sitting was painful for a year. I like sitting. I like my tailbone. I'll shower in the morning, thank you.

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