Diet Diary - Day 23

May 10, 2002

      Day 23 Wednesday May 8, 2002 Spiderman up in flames!

      8:50 AM I am up early with the alarm, showered, coffeed, coifed and in full make-up. I am also in shorts and a tank top (size 14-16 from Sears that is loose!).
     
      I fix Kashi for me and more normal cereal (Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds) for him.
     
      9:20 AM And the NordicTrack treadmill has been delivered and set up. Slightly noisier than in the store ("Oh, it will quiet down"). Huge thing. Need to use my inhaler Two weeks off regular gym schedule causes asthma to be worse. That and the weather. Time to break this puppy in. Need to put socks on since barefoot in sneakers is not a good idea. Not at 3.2 MPH for 35 minutes.
     
      10:15 PM I did 2 miles in 39 minutes at speeds of 3.0 to 3.2MPH, my current top speed since I was out of the gym for a few days for the end-of-month ritual. Which, since I will be at home, won't be as bad. Leakage in the privacy of your home is far different from a tampon emergency at the gym. I did notice that the asthma is worse at the moment (needed the back-up inhaler). Allergies are heavy this year. I did not do weights today, except that I did fold up the NordicTrack. Does that count? It is a space-saver model. Love it. Arms will be good for laundry too. Noticed (since I was forced to do it) that "breaks" where you do not power-down (as in run fast to the bathroom) are feasible since the machine will "hold" the data (setting, laps, miles, speed, time). Nice feature!
     
      Son chooses to shower just as I got off the machine, hot and sweaty. I will wait. Need to finish the water bottle. I am swearing to do 2 miles a day for awhile until I am ready to advance to longer times. At running speed you could do five miles in an hour. Not at 60 years of age and overweight. Must work up to that.
     
      12:20 PM After a fast sandwich making session and my quick shower and dress (including makeup), we were off to the movies. Spiderman! And sure enough, they have raised the prices again! $5.75 for a matinee! I had shoved $11 into my bra - had to stop and dig out another buck.
     
      Once in, I seated my kid after seeing that the theater was nearly empty. We were the 3rd and 4th persons in. It is mid-day and mid-week. And school is still in session. I went for soda, and had a very chatty kid on the counter crack me up.
     
      We got settled (which for me is a timed run to the restroom just before the previews). The movie started. I loved it. I could even accept the slight changes they made to the original concept. (Radiated spider in the original, and he designed artificial web jets that could, in critical moments, run out of fluid!) Lovely action. Loved him hanging upside down.
     
      Well, right as we got into the last climatic fight scene, the film stared jumping and flamed out. After several minutes during which kids ran wildly up and down the aisles, they got it reloaded. For 30 seconds. Saw the film melt right before my eyes. So after a few more minutes, they got it up and running. Right at the ending of the climatic scene. Damn!
     
      Oh no! I heard mumbles of refund. I had mumbled it earlier. They had heard me. So off we all went, my tall son leading the charge on the manager. (Well, not all. Some people just left.) We have new "refund" tickets and can come back - to any movie. I wanted to see the graphics. I loved the art in the movie. The comic book (I grew up with the 1940-1950 comics) was right there on the screen. We will more than likely wait a day or so and come back to see it again, hopefully all the way through.
     
      We hurried over and got his blood test, and his favorite blood drawer (his favorite vampire) has resigned! Next week is her last week! Oh no!
     
      4:00 PM We are back at the mall. This time for the eye doctor. We walked about, bought a few books (me and my regency addiction), and then, since his feet hurt, went back and sat in the doctor's office. They took us early. My glasses have been restored to their intended shape and new nose pieces are on them. My son's glasses are cleaned. We have exams. We are unchanged. My son gets new glasses, square this time, titanium flexon frames. I get the Flexon frames also, actually the exact same frame I have (trifocals, no line) except it is gold. My old ones are brown. The vision coverage is better than it had been and the total is only $325 for all of this. That's good. That's why I am carrying vision and dental under COBRA.
     
      6:00 PM We are finally going home. I am pooped. So of course I have a large slice of cake with low-fat CoolWhip and a coffee. My son finishes his sandwich. I watched a few clips of the Osbornes and said, "Gee. They're just like us!" My son said, "That IS us!"
     
      I have to make a Fabio 5-10 minute demo tape. That should be fun. Now where did I put that set of tapes of the True Hollywood Story?
     
      8:45 PM I race to Albertson's because I forgot to get rabbit food today. I also forgot to get rid of the rabbit. I picked up: chicken breasts on sale; frozen food on sale; bottled flavored water my son likes on sale; bread on sale; lettuce because mine was past it's sell-by date; soda on sale (for me, one can a day is my new limit); some Crystal Light; some Sudafed; some carrots and some White Rose potatoes, that I prefer. Oh yes, I did get a small bag of rabbit food and a small bag of alfalfa.
     
      Groceries are unloaded with the speed of light and the chicken breasts are on to boil with fresh ground pepper, a full yellow onion, skinned and cut in quarters, seasoned salt, sea salt, and garlic granules. White Rose potatoes and carrots will be added later. Tra la. Dinner. Plus leftovers for the next two dinners.
     
      Cat (Ranger, the orange blob) is scratching the plastic litter plan. Wants it changed. A little early in the week, aren't we? Of course, cat is stalking the chicken. I have to be careful. He has pulled a chicken breast right out of a frying pan on more than one occasion. My son has renamed him for the demon on Buffy, "Rangor." Fits him.
     
      700 Digital cable channels and nobody home. There are so many "dead" spots in the lineup! My son is complaining.
     
      9:40 PM By microwaving the peeled and sliced in half potatoes, I accellerate dinner. Late enough. He chooses to take his pill 2 hours after. I have to go in and wake him up a little and coax and coax. I get the pill into him at about 12:00 PM.