Today’s Mini Goal: RELAX. Tomorrow I am going to stay calm, stay in the present, unclench my jaw, unfurl my fists, and take slow, counting breaths.
My training plan technically only calls for five days a week of running at this point. As I get to my peak, I’ll do six for a few weeks, but right now, five is fine. I was going to head out today after work, which would have made it a six day week, but then I told myself that I needed a break, it was dark, and I was tired. I’m glad I made that call. I think I’m going to do the shred (probably level 2) and some abs later, and I walked about two miles earlier.
Okay, let me repeat that. I’m going to do the shred. Do you know what that means???? Probably not, in less you have been an extremely perceptive reader, but it means I have my laptop back (obviously, I can’t so much do the shred in my school computer lab or my floor’s tv lounge)! Presumably, this would be an extremely joyous event, but it actually turned out to be extraordinarily stressful. Let me explain…
I went for a walk after work. Deposited a check, got a small snickers flavor at The Lite Choice (using one of my coupons, talked about here), and headed down to Best Buy to pick up my computer. On the bus ride there, I started having a little mini panic attack. For some reason, I felt like I was seeing couples everywhere around me, and I just started feeling intensely, painfully sad. About being single (which, to me, means alone), lonely; feeling “unlovable.” This is how my depression talks to me — it tells me these very negative, sad things that make me retreat into myself. Honestly, that was a very scary bus ride. Briefly, I was transported back to a place I never want to go again. When I got off and walked into Best Buy, I asked one of the saleswomen where the Geek Squad section was (they had my computer). When I heard my voice, I almost jumped backwards, not recognizing it as coming from my own body. It was small, diminished, weak, unclear, fearful. It was not my voice. I was wearing a lavender sweater with a hood on it, and I felt distinctly as though the front of me was collapsing into the back of me; like I would eventually just fold inwards so many times that I wouldn’t be visible. I have no idea why this was going on. Maybe it was hormonal or chemical or I was tired or stressed from a difficult week. I don’t know, but I don’t like that place.
So that’s the beginning of the saga. When I went down to pick up my computer, everything seemed fine. That is, until I turned it around and realized that they had failed to secure the hinge in the back on the left side. The reason I sent the computer in in the first place is because the entire hinge was broken off so that I could lift up the left side of my screen, and wires and tubing were poking out of everywhere. This is all fixed. But they didn’t secure the hinge. I asked the sales rep if this was a problem, and he examined it and concluded that the repair people had made a serious mistake. Um, okay? I just had my computer sent off to another state to be repaired for a month and you basically didn’t fix the whole thing? I almost burst into tears right there. Instead, I decided to be authoritative. I told the salesman (who was quite nice; it wasn’t his fault) that there were two options here:
1. It could be fixed immediately; i.e. over the weekend.
2. They could furnish me with a replacement while they shipped my baby off for another month.
Apparently these people have low customer service standards, because neither of these options were palatable to them. Basically, my only option was to send it back, “free of charge, of course.” I was actually really insulted by this point — did they think that I would even consider paying them to fix part of the problem that they created in the first place???? Am I being irrational, or does this sound ridiculous? I tried to explain to them that I’m a student and a writer — I’m kind of computer dependent. But to no avail. Disaster not averted. Ugh. At this point I have my computer, which I am grateful for, but the hinge remains open in the back. I can take it down to Best Buy and have them ship it out again within 30 days if I decide I want it fixed, or, I can pay them another bajillion dollars the next time I have a month during which I don’t need my computer. Which will be never. Computer fail.
Sorry, rant officially over.
I called my mom when I left the store and just cried for a while, and felt marginally better afterwards. Then I headed to Whole Foods for some retail therapy of the very best kind (I actually needed some groceries, so it was semi-legitimate!). Finds:
My new vegetable! Chayote squash!
Maranatha honey almond butter!!!! I had a few spoonfuls when I got home and it is so smooth and creamy with the perfect hint of honey. Oddly enough, this was 9 dollars (I considered it my splurge purchase of the week) and the regular almond butter was 19 dollars for a jar???
I bought myself some flowers to cheer me up. Tulips. White ones. Here’s my theory on flower buying: roses can be tacky, carnations are usually just plain ugly, lilies can be big and overwhelming, and pretty multi-color bouquets can clash with a room. But you can’t go wrong with monochrome tulips. Ever. My mother has the most massive, gorgeous garden at home, and while I was there healing from last February through August, I picked lots of bouquets. My favorite thing to have in a vase is peonies. There aren’t many things more beautiful than freshly cut peonies sitting in a little bath of sunlight on my mother’s ancient mahogany dining table.
I also had some delicious apple pumpkin soup at WF: Mmmmm….
Salad for lunch. I was hardcore craving some tuna. Weird.
And for breakfast I was hard core craving a chocolate chip muffin.
There are times in life when you just need a giant pile of carbs for breakfast. This muffin satisfied that need, and despite the lack of protein, fiber, or fruits, kept me full for over four hours. Score one for muffins.
I got some maple buckwheat flakes cereal and had a bowl of that with my soup (things you eat in bowls are always tastier). It was really good, just sweet enough to be satisfying, but not sugar-coma/craving inducing. Score one for maple buckwheat flakes cereal.
I am spending the evening with some books, some online tv, 20 minutes of shredding, jasmine tea, and me, myself, and I. Last night I went out with friends, and I can usually handle only one night out per weekend. I know, lame.
I really need some positive self talk right now. Please feel free to ignore this; I’m kind of talking to myself here. Okay, here goes. I am a good writer. I am training for a half marathon. I get good grades. I’m a good friend. I have a good heart. I am a good baker. I love me.
Why do you love you?
Alright, hope everyone has an excellent weekend. Let me know what you’re going to be up to (I have many fun things planned!)