Lunch: Sushi and a salad
Dinner: Japanese, what can I say, I am weak
Lunch was actually just the sushi, as the salad had been prepared by an idiot, or a really frugal person, of the jerk variety. Oh, gods, name calling, but you would too, if you opened your salad, jammed your fork into the container and came up with wilted, oozy, slimy, seriously discolored something that used to be lettuces. At least I think they used to be lettuces, it was hard to tell, that is how foul that container of muck was.
I cannot say how that happened to be mine, but it sickened my lunch companion at the gallery and did the same to the poor market clerk who had to give me my money back when I returned it on my way home tonight. I exchanged it for chocolate to enjoy on my weekend away, and the guy behind me said that anyone who had to experience that salad deserved chocolate. He was right.
Dinner was nice and I am glad that I went, but I have to cut back on going there. This last time, tonight, I overate and the worst part is that I did not feel the teeniest bit guilty. It was still healthy, but I ordered too much, intending to take some home, but then sat there and finished when I realized that I would be out of town for the next two days. Yeah, I know, that is a crappy excuse. So, sue me for still being a slab and a slob.
Healthy-feeling-wise, I am doing well. The day was nice and easy and I did not need any extra meds and felt comfortable until I came back home here to the sauna. I think that viewing this place as a sauna is another healthy step in the right direction. I get the benefits of sweating toxins out of my body every single day and never have to pay club dues. It is like a health club membership for free, but without the weight room, pool, smoothie/juice bar, massage therapists or personal trainer. Other than that, it is the same thing.
So, GP, named, I used to be stars: