Today was a post-race day off from working out. I had to arrange to move my belongings into a storage unit and turn the trailer over to my new old boss. We had to get all the work done before she got on a plane and they were to cheap to hire professionals. They wanted me to find friends to do the heavy lifting, short notice. I called everyone but that was not happening. MAYBE because normal people do not need to move on such short notice (like "Hi, can you come in 30 mins?") Oh, I am so bitter.
Afterwards, I was feeling so sorry for myself that I caved in while shopping and bought two of the mini servings of Dulce De Leche ice cream. (Ok, Ok, I got a bunch of salad and good stuff too!!!) I got home and promptly ate it.
Did I mention that I had been suspicious of my ability to tolerate dairy and sugar so had cut them out of my diet? I did it as an experiment. Experiment successful. I may as well have ingested arsenic. I spent the rest of the afternoon sick as a dog.
Perhaps the next time I am feeling sorry for myself, I will book a massage.
Ugh!!
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