Holy moly! Who the @&%$#&*# is reading my blog?! It makes me a little nervous sometimes. Because I think I’ve just got this little group of pen pals that keep in touch.
Anyways, my little group of penpals, that was such an interesting bunch of comments today. Thought I’d just write a bit more or answer them here.
Vickie asks the questions everyone wants to ask. Who the heck is bringing that junk into the breakroom, and wouldn’t most people say that it was a thorn in their side. Well, the nurses are bringing that junk into the breakroom. The nurses always bring the junk into the breakroom, except maybe at Christmas. And yes, almost everybody that I talked to said it was a problem for them (as they ate it.) And I am a right-fighter. But there are causes more important than food in the breakroom, and I don’t even have the energy to take some of those on. Like the immoral corrupt union that has a foothold in the nursing staff in our hospital. Don’t even get me started on unions. And don’t try to convince me that they are good either. See. I am passionately anti-union, but I am unwilling to spend time fighting their corruption. I only mouth off about them. So food in the breakroom. Not gonna fight it. I might fight it on a personal level, like refusing to go into the breakroom on the grounds that it is an unhealthy environment. That would mean I would miss our morning report. Too bad, so sad. Hmmm…this idea is growing on me.
And Pubsgal reminded me that one of the reasons I took up this healthy lifestyle is because I was at high risk for diabetes. To be honest, that thought had completely escaped my brain somehow. I think that thought will help me to fight off the sugar monster a little better. (And just for those of you who want to say, well its okay to have a little treat once in a while, I completely agree with you. That is not what I did in the breakroom yesterday. I had an upset stomach from eating so much junk, and I still ate a little more.)
Today was very fun, and I was very happy with my food choices. A little heavy on the wheat, but otherwise well within limits. I’m especially happy that before the quilt workshop (which was fabulous) I got in a RUN with Noah, and then afterward I went to the gym, and huffed and puffed my way through a weights workout (meaning I really challenged myself with the weights.)
Alright. I loved everybody’s comments, and I love all of you my penpals. I’d probably love all you unidentified hoards too if I knew who you were. Keep those cards and letters comments coming! Sorry about the no picture day. I’ll try to get some up tomorrow. I might get called off tomorrow!