This weekend went up and down a lot, but I feel very accomplished. I helped a friend move, which I feel confidant about writing down on my exercise calendar. I also went to Zumba, so I might actually get all four classes in before the pass expires. I also didn't crash at Zumba, and for that matter, I did not need much candy corn on moving day. It helped that it went way faster moving in than out, and I also had a little bit of food that I did take a bolus for when I first got up, then ate a hefty breakfast and didn't touch the pump at all. I only ran out of fuel when we were down to the piano. Maybe my body just had no interest in participating in that part of the move.
I made a mad dash to a couple stores this evening for their denim deals and left with receipts for orders being shipped to my home. I also ordered shoes and Gus syringes and reviewed a local meal prep service. I am seriously considering this because I buy less groceries all the time and I'm still throwing food out. I barely cook, and that's usually only when Ant insists. I keep trying to buy food with less and less preparation or oven requirements. A coworker told me about this delivery service and I was in the middle of debating if the price was worth the convenience and carefully portioned calories when I realized my grilled cheese burning. Ok, I need dis.
It's late and there's still too many things on my to do list, but I finally have a birthday plan and I'm feeling way more optimistic now that I've hashed it all out with Tracy and Mom. Thanks for listening and very patiently working through my angst. I stood in the shade outside apartment buildings with Gus for probably hours this weekend, crying and talking with them. People in those apartments probably think I am being insane over something so small as a birthday celebration and it's true, I am, but there are a lot of reasons why this has felt so overwhelming this year.
I have no crazy plans in place. No unattainable gift bags to produce. I still don't know what food I'm ordering, but I do know I'm getting mini cupcakes and adding little icing decorations to them- hopefully flamingos if I can find them. The idea of a tiny cupcake with a flamingo perched on it delights me to no end. I do like to give out gift bags, but I can already hear Mom and Tracy shaking their heads, so no gift bags! Only a dollar store trophy for the winner of the tournament. Hooray!
