I woke up at 7:15 this morning and realized that I was 45 minutes late to Masters swimming. Darn it! Yesterday afternoon I drank something caffeinated to get me through a boring work meeting last night, and then was up until 2 AM. Still, I told myself, I'm not going to miss Masters. I will get up when my alarm goes off.
My tricky brain had other ideas and decided to turn off my alarm in my sleep.
It's slow at work and I kind of wish I could just take off and go to the gym. That would be awesome. Alas, facetime, while not quite as valuable as billable hours, is still pretty important.
It is beautiful outside, so I will be going for a lunch walk.
I have to say a few words about metabolism. It's amazing to me how different they are. First, we have mine. Jason the Scientist has moments of wondering what the heck is wrong with me and trying to suss it out in his mind. I have a low normal body temperature (around 96-97 degrees), but when I sleep I heat up to (he guesses) over 100 degrees and burn hot all night long. I am constantly fidgety to the point of driving him nuts when we sit next to each other for long periods of time. One of these days it would be interesting to get my metabolism tested and find out what my real BMR is. I have a feeling I should only be eating 800 calories per day or something. I am a miracle of evolution.
Then we have Doctor Teeny. Every month I have a dinner meeting with a group of doctors. One of the doctors is this little tiny woman who eats like a lumberjack. At every meeting we get a salad, an entree, and a dessert, and she cleans her plate every time. Last night she asked for an extra bowl of ice cream to eat with her pie. One time we had a meeting at a nice restaurant where we got to order off the menu instead of just getting the standard group dinner. She ordered 2 entrees, plus an appetizer and dessert, and ate it all. My boss even noticed that time. I am just amazed at how she can pack it away and she's so tiny. You can't tell me that's all about calories in/calories out.
I'm trying to be more observant of these types of things, to be more understanding of myself and others who struggle with weight. I've talked with several other women who work out a lot more than I do, but who also struggle like I do to lose ANY weight, or to even just maintain. It's hard to understand until you've been there. I know some people honestly have issues with overeating, but I also know that there are a lot of people who do the best they can to take care of themselves and be healthy, but constantly struggle against weight gain.
That's why I try to be such a cheerleader for people who are trying. Sometimes on the path near my house I see a very large woman slowly making her way down the path. I can tell it's a struggle for her and her joints are aching. I just want to give her a hug and tell her she's awesome.