I was more right than I knew Monday when I said I was still struggling to get back on track mentally. After our crazy weekend we hadn't had a chance to go grocery shopping, and G is sick, so we gave ourselves one more day to get on track. Which meant we ordered dinner (caesar salads and baked potato wedges) and ate chocolate. I knew that I HAD to get back to normal Tuesday, so I hit up Trader Joe's and then headed home determined to go for my run.
Then I napped for two hours. I really do think that my body and mind were saying, "You know what? We need this." For some reason I hadn't been able to sleep at all Friday night, so I think I was still catching up. The good news was that I woke up feeling pretty refreshed and decided to tackle that run.
Then the crazy hit. I couldn't find my ipod. I ransacked the entire house, screamed at G, wept, called the Holiday Inn, called my sister, panicked, turned the car inside out, screamed and wept some more. Finally the ever-suffering G said, "You know what? You have two options. Go for a run without an ipod, or don't go for a run."
Damn. So clear. I never run without an ipod, and I needed to do four miles, so I set off with trepidation but aware that completing this run was the only thing that would make me feel better about losing the ipod. (Part of the issue here was that this was a replacement ipod for the one I sent through the washing machine last summer.)
I went very slowly, but I did run the four miles. I was still totally depressed about the ipod, and thinking about places to filch $150 from our budget, when my mom called and said it seemed like there was an ipod in her purse. "It SEEMS like that??" I yelled. "IS THERE OR NOT???"
There was. I had put it in there myself for safekeeping after we hit the hotel gym Saturday morning.
I'm so glad G encouraged me to go for a run, and I'm so glad I counted points yesterday. I did eat another caramel creme egg (they come in 4 packs!) but I counted it and ate fish and green beans for dinner. Holla!