Thursday night I was planning on a very late night working and I was doing pretty good. Work some, read a little, work more. I was in a good groove planning on working until midnight so I could get up at 6am for my workout. At 11:30 a girlfriend calls me "what are your plans tonight?" Um.... it's 11:30 pm, I work a normal job that requires me to be in the door at 8:30am (usually, 9am right now).... so, yeah, my plans were bed. But, I know this girl pretty well, and I knew something was wrong and I invited her to come over. 12:15am she finally shows up and cries in my living room for an hour and a half because:
- she's in a (rebound) relationship (that he won't aknowledge as a relationship, so really it's just screwing)
- she can't make him happy and he's always mad at her for doing stupid stuff (like not telling guys fast enough that she's "unavailable" but he's not her boyfriend, so wtf?)
- everything would be okay if she could just figure what she can do (make, give) to him to make him love her
So I also spent that time trying to let her know (unsuccessfully) that this is a douche bag that she needs to kick to the curb as fast as possible. But I know that isn't going to happen. She's too wrapped up and she says he's so convincing when she talks to him that what he says about her and their not-really-a-relationship makes perfect sense to her. She works with him too which means she'll never be free. It makes me sad. She's a beautiful sweet girl and she doesn't deserve this controlling emotionally abusive A-hole.
As soon as she left (almost 2am) I texted the BF. I can't help it. Talks like this makes our problems seem mundane. And it just shows me how wonderful he really is and how much I truly love him.
I ended up making friday my rest day because I was so tired the next morning and had too much work to do to switch Ripped in 30 to the afternoon. I sat all night after work in a Panera finishing a project and then went straight to the BFs. He and I went for a run on Saturday and I totally blew away my 1 mile time. He's a fast runner and definitely pushes me. But then he was nice enough to do my Couch to 5K program with me which is a run/walk.
I took another half of an adderall after I left his place yesterday. I hadn't taken one since before going on vacation. Half is just perfect for getting through the afternoon. No jitters, no eating, just energy and motivation. It wore off just in time to go over the BFs and have a small dinner - 1/2 stuffed pepper and 1/4 sliced avocado. I got a good amount of stuff done too. All my laundry, a clean laundry room and a short homework assignment. I toyed with the idea of talking to the BF about the fact that I did take 4 of his pills. But, he wasn't feeling well last night and I didn't do it. I don't honestly think he'd be upset with me. I just can't bring myself to admit that I did it though. He said once I could try one, but I took 4. I've actually only used 3 of them mostly in 1/2 pills.
Anyway... time at the BFs means so scale and my HRM conked out on me again. So I am not 100% sure where I stand. But I think I've lost a little more this weekend. My boobs seem slightly deflated and I'm getting a little more upper ab definition. I'm excited to weigh myself tomorrow to see if I'm right and I have lost.
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