It must be Monday...still don't quite have that 'feeling awake' pep in my step and it's 2:15pm. Must be that Aunty Flo came to visit. Even at my age. That must also be the reason I deleted all the photos that were taken of me yesterday for my work website. The unsightly bags had to go. Bags that even the software on my computer couldn't get rid of. Aging is a drag.
Even more than that, is the impatience that comes with it. I left the vet's office today. I no longer see the value in an appointment that is for 11:40 (an odd time in a way) and at 12:05 I am still sitting in a room with 4 stainless steel walls (read LOUD) with 2 barking Labs. So, off we went. Down to Soggy Dog to get a washing - on a rainy day. Clearly I didn't screw my head on this morning. Anyway, Grandma was looking after the little one while the owner was off doing his dog walking duties. As it's a 'DIY' dog wash, I'm not quite sure why I put this on today's agenda given my state of mind, but it turned out to be kind of fun. And once the beasts were washed, dried and fluffy, I spent the afternoon with my nose on both of them taking in big breaths of vanilla almond (Gracie) and mango cherry (George). Sometimes the simplest things can make the day better. It's too bad it didn't stay that way. At 9:00pm my client calls to tell me she arrived at her unit to find the door open and all the lights on. I can never understand agents leaving a showing and forgetting to 'lights off/door locked'. The stress made my bags grow a few more centimetres. I've also been feeling a bit sluggish and tired. Lack of iron? B12? Is my vegetarian life coming to an end? This happened to me once before about 15 years ago in an attempt to cut down my eating (always on the food reduction plan it seems) and I found myself nearly passing out for several days in a row. When I went to the doctor he said, 'Go home and cook yourself a steak'. I did and snapped out of my napping phase and feelings of lethargy. Instead of steak-eating, I decided yesterday to sign up again for a 3 month package back at Bikram Yoga. I've been off the regular exercise regimen for about 3 weeks now and when the urge hits, I usually get back on the wagon. Somehow today I just didn't have it in me. I felt fluey, tired, and as though a little leprachaun had jumped on my face with an air pump and breathed more life into my bags and decided against returning to class today. Instead I think I ate a loaf of bread; the first half with butter, sugar and cinnamon and the second half with tomato sauce and cheese. Both childhood favorites. Initially it was kind of nice cozied up on the couch with the dogs, snuggled in for the night with my cup of hot lemon and honey and unbridled indulging. THEN....at 11pm I went to the bathroom to ready myself for bed when I looked in the mirror. Aghast, my bags had taken over my face and my gray hair was messed and awry. Add 'no make-up' to the equation and insert loud screaming. I briefly saw the reflection of my father in the mirror - at the age of 70. That was too much of a quantum leap given my state of health and mind and I quickly grabbed the box of Brown Herbatint in the cupboard. So, as I write, with head wet and gooey, I say goodbye to my gray hair - for now. I'm not sure this will shrink the bags, make me not want to eat meat tomorrow, go to yoga and stop sniffling, but one can only hope.
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