The funny in the sad

Tonight was an awful night. This week has been wicked stressful at work and I've been going to the gym after work to try to destress and start losing weight. Tonight's blog was supposed to be about wondering when I would start to love the gym and get those endorphins that people who work out are always going on and on about. But....

I came home tonight, went upstairs to get sheets to wash, and found my poor baby cat Sherman dead. It was awful! I called her name and moved the chair she was laying on and she didn't respond and I knew. When I touched her she was hard. After my hysterical meltdown in the kitchen I pulled myself together to do what needed to be done. Now here's the funny part because I'm sure you can picture this in your mind.

I bring a shovel and a post hole digger into the backyard and pick out a good spot. I attempt to use the post hole digger, but quickly realized that wasn't gonna be effective. Digging a hole is entirely a lot of work after the gym.

Then the hard stuff. I had to go in and get Sherman. I've had 2 cats put to sleep, but when you go the emergency vet they put them in a box. Sherman was on the second floor and I had to pick her up. This is when the hysterical crying began again, but I did it. I took her out to the hole and I said a prayer and I buried her.

This is what my neighbors saw: me, carrying something wrapped in a garbage bag, crying hysterically, and stopping to throw up in the yard. As soon as my back was turned my dogs were lapping up my vomit. Good times.

My husband, God love him, is in Vegas. He has been out of town for the last 2 terrible things that have happened and I'm beginning to think I'm jinxed when he's not here. So, he is out drinking with his friends tonight in Vegas while I'm trying to convince myself not to dig up my dead cat to make sure she's really dead. I know she is, but I'm having a bitter moment. I love my husband. He is the best husband for me ever and I couldn't imagine my life without him, but he is NEVER going to Vegas again without me. He's been there since Saturday and has worked 2 days and gone out drinking 4 days.

Watching Cougartown tonight Jules gives up drinking for 1 month. I don't think I could do it. I had to leave tonight after my awfulness and buy a bottle of wine (I also got a salad and Boston cream pie to go from a deli near my house). Life without wine seems so boring. "It's like finding my missing child in a glass." "Can you believe I spend as much on wine as I do on food?"

So Paul owes me 5 drinking nights now and has promised that he will drink with me on Friday. And you bitches know I'll be counting to make sure he gets drunk 5 times with me!

I think I get to sleep in a little tomorrow so off to a 3rd glass of wine! Hey, it may make me an alcoholic, but whatever. I'm okay with that.

Oh the gym

I have been forcing, forcing, forcing myself to go to the gym the last couple days. Saturday it was a gorgeous day so I ran outside (okay, jogged...okay walked the dogs). Sunday I cleaned house most of the day becase it was chilly and gray out. Monday and today it was rain, rain, rain, BUT I forced myself to go to the gym! Now granted today I ate a snickers bar and had a glass of wine both last night and tonight, but I don't feel like I've been eating terribly. Or at least too terribly.

Usually after cardio I do abs and I prefer to use the machine that supports your head and neck (its a bench that you lay on, but has like an ab roller on top). Tonight someone was using it and I was kinda ready to head home so I gamely climbed on an ab bench that was at a 45 degree angle. I put my feet under the little hooks and laid back with my head towards the ground. Um doing these crunches was a heck of a lot harder than I thought it would! As I was laying there crunching I started to wonder "how in the hell am I going to sit up to get off this thing?" I began to work out different scenarios such as rolling to the side and off the bench, unhooking my feet and sliding down on my back and then rolling off, or staying there forever. Each scenario seemed mortifying and I realized I would just have to FORCE myself to sit up. I waited until there was no one near me and I huffed and puffed my way up until I could get a hand to my side and grab the bar with my other hand. I probably won't do that again. Plus I think I only ended up doing 25 crunches because I was so consumed by my fear of getting stuck on this stupid bench. While I was on the elliptical I watched a (much thinner) woman doing reverse crunches on an incline bench and getting her feet so far up and over that she almost could touch the wall behind her. Granted she didn't have 35 pounds of belly fat getting in the way. My legs would've just bounced off my giant gut and gone flying back in the other direction.

Damn snickers bar.

Saturday night fever

Last night I went out for dinner in the North End with a girlfriend. The weather was gorgeous and we found a delicious restaurant where we could sit outside, eat dinner, and enjoy some wine. From there we walked over to the Marriott Long Wharf and had a drink in the bar. There were 2 guys sitting at the bar who were joined by 2 girls. Around this same time 2 older women came over and sat in between us and them. The 1 girl begins telling this story and she is wicked loud with a whiney voice. The 1 older lady looks at me and rolls her eyes while the other lady holds her fingers to her head and pretends to blow her brains out. I almost spit my wine out. We then notice an older couple on the other side of this annoying girl (who has now been talking for 15 straight minutes) just glaring at her. Good times.

I called Paul yesterday when I got home asking if I can transfer some money into his account so he can gamble and he promised to buy me a new laptop if I would. lol Such a silly boy! He also told me that they had met a group of ladies who were there for an Arbonne conference and that he promised that I would meet with one of them when she comes to Boston next month! He said "I met your new boss." Are you freaking kidding me McArtor???? The reason I had to call Paul when I got home was because he had sent me a text saying "call you in a sec." Well it took me 40 minutes to get home so that was one long second.

So Paul owes me 3 drinking days!