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Thursday September 21st - Protein highs
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2000 I have to send my baby off to the iBook hospital! Sob! Her USB port has quit responding and the situation is critical - I've bought her all these wonderful toys and she can't communicate with any of them! They're sending special boxes to send her away in tomorrow, and she'll be gone for up to 5 business days! A weekend without my child! How heartbreaking!
One thing that really gets me is that they want to be sure I back up everything before I send it, just in case they wipe the hard drive. Gee, how should I do that, since I can't connect it to my zip drive now that the USB port is broken? Oh, you'll do it for me for $50? Let me see about connecting to the ethernet here at work (assuming that port still works).
I'll be ok, really. It's just so very hard when your baby gets sick, you know? She's only about a month old . . . too young to be without me for so long . . .
Last night I worked out for a very, very long time. On my way home I swung into Bonsai, which is a new sushi place mere blocks from my house. I was going to get take-out, but then I saw it was sushi boat (where they float the sushi on little boats around the chefs, with a counter you can sit at and pick sushi off as it floats on by) and decided to eat there, as I wouldn't have to wait to eat. The sushi chef must have liked me or something, as they kept giving me extra free bits. I turned away the beef potstickers, but I ate the weird, cooked shrimp thing. Ick. I didn't want to be rude, but I wish they hadn't given me that, even for free. But their hamachi was so buttery smooth that I cooed out loud. The chef then gave me a choice cut of hamachi (yellowtail - the choice cut was from the "chest" of the fish instead of the usual "back") and it was all I could do not to roll around on the floor in ecstasy. I could hardly decide whether to eat the hamachi last or the salmon (usually I save salmon for last, as it's my favorite). Sooooo good.
So, when I got home, I was on an endorphin/protein high. I was so happy! Happiness! Joy! Rapture! Ecstasy! Bliss! Paradise! Nirvana! Utopia!
Ahem.
It sorta frightens me, such mood swings. I think I really should pay attention to what I eat and the moods I get in. See if there's a correlation. I definitely can feel the protein highs. Anyhow, last night I signed up for Nutritional Counseling at the Y, so we'll see how that goes. It all takes so much time and planning, eating right does. But I guess it's just a matter of habit.
I was saying today that if someone would will me $20 a day for sushi for the rest of my life, I'd be happy. Yay protein!
Exercise log:
Lifted weights: shoulders, sides, calves, some legs and a 15 minutes abs class which was easier than when I do them on my own (I try to get it done all at once, so I go too fast and get tired and quit after 100). Then 25 minutes on the elliptical Precor machine in the new, co-ed cardio room which has all the latest equipment (the new precor machines give you a message halfway through that gave me the URL above; soon they'll just take you to the webpage). They even have bikes with webacess/TV right in front of them so you can surf or watch TV while working out. The mirrors right in front of you while you turn all sweaty is kinda weird, though, and there are, you know, men allowed in this room, which makes things seem a lot hairier.
Writing log:

I'm currently reading:
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier
Doomsday Book by Connie Willis
Not far into this book and it's pissing me off. Building suspense is fine, but this book is trying way too hard, not giving me enough info to figure out what the hell is going on, and is being far too coy in the process.

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