I wish I could say something clever as to why I haven't posted in longer than I like. Although I've still felt like trolling the site to see what's going on in the lives of others, I just couldn't make myself post about what was going on.
I was having an incredibly OP week, complete with my evening runs and everything. Last week (as in 10 days ago, not 2 days ago) I worked in the office every single day and was seeing results on the scale.
Thursday I drove the 4 hours to St. Augustine to go to a conference. It was a writers conference. I went solo in the afternoon, checked into my hotel and was so bored that I decided to be active by walking around the mall for a few hours. Though I did end up making some purchases while I was there, I really made it a point to just get active. I did end up eating delicious mall court sesame chicken, but I got it with white rice instead of the higher PPV lo mien and didn't get any fried sides.
I woke up extra early (6AM) and ate two eggs at the continental breakfast at the hotel. I went to the conference where everyone seemed to have already been matched up with their new conference buddies. I felt really alone.
The whole time we had to make a decision if we should go to this panel or to that panel. Overall, I think I pretty consistently made the wrong decision.
The first panelist read from a paper that she claimed we would get a digital copy of if we paid her 99 cents. The second speaker was good, except that since I underestimate how much I actually do know about business, I knew everything that she said. I could have probably taught the class.
The lunch was after that. They served us, so there wasn't any options. We were served 5 pieces of lettuce (no joke) with exactly one cherry tomato cut in half for our salad. Then waiters came around with grits with 3 pieces of medium shrimp and six pieces of asparagus each on the plate. So hungry, I took a bite of the shrimp without realizing it was the spiciest thing I've ever eaten in my life. I spit it out.
The next session a woman tried to literally sit on me and the last session had technically difficulties so I left after 25 minutes.
I didn't know that there was an additional day of conference activities the following day. No one informed the participants. I was torn between staying (I was already there) or going (I had made plans the following day).
I decided to go to a restaurant that I love in St. Augustine. Only, the traffic was so very horrible. I ended up eating an entire whopper from Burger King in the car while I felt sorry for myself and lonely. Looking back on it now, I think I was just super hungry, annoyed and lonely. It felt justified in that moment.
I tried to make my way home, only the 4 hour drive turned into an over 7 hour drive. There was so much rain, accidents and traffic that it was horrible.
I wanted a orange coolata from dunkin donuts for several months. I decided to get one since I needed to pull over to use the restroom anyway. Only, I couldn't find one, so I pulled over to an outside rest stop and went.
A few hours later in the car (again, traffic) I finally found a sign that said there was one off the exit. Only there wasn't.
After I finally found one (who knows how much time I wasted trying to find this place), I went to get out of the car and noticed that my office security card and key were missing. They had broken away from their key ring and were lost somewhere in my travels. Not only would I not be able to get into my office on Saturday to do and turn in the assignments that were due on Saturday, but I'd have to pay $400 to get my office rekeyed and the security passes again. I was so pissed off. I ate 14 PPV worth of donuts.
When I got home, I went to sleep. I woke up and sort of ate my way through the morning. Around noon I found myself at Chik-fil-a with a large container of waffle fries (14 PPV). Right then and there I whipped out my smart phone and tracked EVERYTHING. I discovered that Friday (the day of doughnuts and Whoppers) didn't actually break the bank. Sure, it used almost every one of my WPs. But, it wasn't the day that ruined my OP week/streak. It was Saturday's self-indulgent eating that did.
This is an important realization for me that I think bears further examination. The one not OP day didn't ruin my week. It took two. I could have tracked my PPV as I ate them and then stopped. This is of course very basic, but sometimes you need to hear it.
On Sunday, I went to the zoo and worked my shift before heading home and eating Chinese food. I was too tired to care about anything else. My throat hurt badly and I felt ill. I slept 17 hours and woke up even sicker. Monday turned out to be one of the least productive days of my life.
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