Today was just a day.
Mostly like any other day. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. I hit the snooze out of habit, even though I rarely if ever stay in bed until the snooze is up. I closed my eyes for another minute or two. I checked the temp to prepare for my morning walk–46 degrees. Ouch. Not looking forward to that in my face.
A pain in my side is back. I decided to give it a week to go away. It was unnoticeable on Tuesday. Of course, I had to have two glasses of wine last night and it’s back with a vengeance. I need to go to the doctor.
I got up and took a swig of coconut oil. I’ve been pulling oil almost everyday for months now. Minimum, 20 minutes. Sometimes I’ll get lost in an activity or book or The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon and go 30 or 40 minutes. I don’t know if it’s helping, but it’s definitely not hurting and I like the ritual so I’m going to keep doing it.
I juiced while I oiled. Beet, apple, carrot, ginger, lacinto kale and green chard. I add coconut water at the end to cut the dirt taste of the beet. It still tasted like dirt a little but tasted good and healthy at the same time. I only drank a few sips of it this morning. I wanted the rest to sip on throughout the day. I put it in an old iced coffee cup to take to work. I was dawdling. I don’t want to go outside. I did an air check by stepping out the door and taking in a big breath. I swung my arms around a little to get an idea of how cold the air would be once I was moving. Cold.
I spit the oil into the toilet. I don’t ever rinse, I just brush. Flush and brush. I just came up with that and think I’ll call it that from now on. Brewed coffee for my walk, even though I’m so over coffee right now. It doesn’t really taste good anymore and makes my stomach feel weird but I can’t stop drinking it.
I went on my walk and didn’t get in nearly as many steps as I would have liked due to time constraints placed on myself by previously mentioned dawdling due to the previously mentioned temperature. I try to get at least 5,000 steps in before work. The air was cold but the sun was up and hot on my back, and I was layered up so was hot and cold at the same time. I hate that part of life this time of year.
A combo of the cold dry air and lazy curl job I did last night left me having an amazing hair day. Nothing will change your day for the better more than a good hair day. Does that make me sound shallow? Don’t care. It was beautiful and I loved it. It made me feel beautiful all over.
I hadn’t been to Sean’s in a week. I feel like we kind of needed a break so I was OK with it. Sometimes I get lonely working from home. But I think that’s better than being in a cubicle surrounded by coworkers you can’t stand. Amiright?? Me and Sean caught up, and I did some work until he got back from lunch and said I could finish the day at home. I tried to stick it out a little longer but the house filled with workers and another visitor, so I packed up and came home. Sometimes a break to come home refreshes me. Other times I lose all focus and motivation. Today was the latter.
I did some work, then put on last night’s Jimmy. I called the two doctors that I put on a note last week. The first didn’t have an appointment available until December 15th. My spleen will surely implode by then. The second didn’t take my insurance because I don’t work for a corporation. Um.. huh? Whatever. I guess I’ll be going to urgent care for this mystery blob that is seemingly growing under my rib cage. I’m a very intelligent, generally healthy person and it’s incredibly difficult, frustrating and intimidating figuring out how to go see a doctor. It’s unsettling to say the least.
I walked down to watch the sunset, which I haven’t done in a while. It was gorgeous. I took some pictures with the intent of posting them to Instagram, but the Insta just didn’t do it justice so I didn’t go through with it. When I got home I tried to work out but even Chalene couldn’t get me going. My knee was killing me and mystery side/rib pain blob had me worried. I had “dinner,” if you can even call it that.
I just finished Andy Cohen Diaries and started Theresa Caputo’s book. I’m on a crazy celebrity/non-celebrity celebrity thing. I listened to Leah Remini’s book – ugh, so good. I think I’m going to read David Spade’s next. A celebrity obsession is so not like me, but just looking at a self-help book kind of makes me want to puke right now. I’m so burnt out on it. I’m taking the rest of the year off. I’m allowed to read as many trashy books and watch as much TV and movies as I want and I’m not going to feel bad about it for one second.
If I keep having hair days like today, I don’t think I’ll feel bad about anything. It was a just a day. But it was a good day.