All Better for the Moment

 Good until next year.  I was actually kind of worried about the scale. I didn't gain.  I think I lost a tiny bit but that is nothing to write home about.  I asked the cyber attack didn't affect the scales?  I'm a little disappointed but I showed up early, had the information I needed and tried to make everyone's day easier.  I have found that just sitting in the waiting room and not playing video games on my phone will help my blood pressure or my nerves.  I had a wonderful view of Lake Michigan.  Really does have a spa vibe.  Totally ok if I get a year reprieve from it.  I got 2 more months before I have my next drama queen meltdown moment and I should be good for the year.  I don't know why I get myself so freaked out.   

I had one incident outside of a Whole Foods after seeing one doctor and couldn't stop sobbing.  I have had some bad moments I am not too proud of when it comes to emotions.

I went for a walk this morning and listened to Rick Wilson on The Bulwark Podcast.  Corinne is a former Republican who thinks that party should be burnt to the ground.  You know, it never mattered what her affiliation was, I always liked her when we worked together.  I just didn't vote for the same person.  She admitted fan girling over Sarah Palin. I did the same for John Edwards.  None of these politicians are saints.  This has just become more about being a decent human.  Rick Wilson is wicked and hilarious.  Even though I didn't agree with everything he said in the book I listened to, I will laugh when I think of Fascist Barbie and secretly wish that Joe Biden asks for a scale at the debates.  

I found my stamps.  I have some postcards to write for Senator Tammy Baldwin and I think district 19 in New York?  I mailed my postcards for the Nevada primary and took a picture of the cards for the Environmental Volunteer Project to let them know I did my homework and mailing them.

I even made an effort to dress a little nicer. I just didn't realize I was that bad.  It was so liberating to not to have wear pants that cut into my stomach or shirts that made me itch.  I didn't wear an evening gown, but I looked a little more presentable.

I'm sure I'll be behind more tomorrow and eh, it's ok. I got the notification that my check was deposited 2 days early on my way home so that works.  

I started listening to Jen Psaki's book on my way to my appointment and back.  She's kind of a nice mom and wants everyone to be ok so she was a good choice to help my nerves.

I will be listening to Jasmine Crockett on The Bulwark tomorrow.  My favorite flame throwing trash talking congress person.  Some people just make me laugh and she is one of them.  

Looks like I made it today.  

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