It’s been a hell of a week for it not being a whole week yet. Let me fill you in. On Monday night, you know, the night before we started The Diet, Dave officially asked me to marry him. It was our two-year anniversary, and we had already decided we would get hitched, but he surprised me by making it official at our anniversary spot, Automatic Seafood. Being engaged to this man is truly a dream, and I couldn’t be happier and more sure that he is my person. So this week should have been so happy, yet here I sit with my bitter, chalky coffee, angry about not having my stevia to make it all better. I knew I was addicted to sugar, as in the actual substance, but it turns out I am addicted to the flavor as well (if that makes sense.) Let me say that I am fully aware of neuroplasticity and that I will get used to drinking things without sweeteners but damn it, I don’t want to right now. Life is so sweet with D right now. Why can’t my coffee be, too?
Anyway, the second day of the diet was a day of feeling awful and having to leave work early and then sitting in the recliner all night puking in a bag. Day 3 started with the second-worst pain I have experienced from my hip/spinal stenosis/old lady arthritis due to the entire night spent in the recliner in puking-in-a-bag-position, so I had to leave work early yet again. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a hairstylist to be sick? First, you don’t get paid sick leave; you just lose money. Second, if you are lucky enough to be a fully booked stylist, you have nowhere to reschedule the clients you had to cancel, so while you are feeling sick, you are also worried about how to make it up to your clients. This is also why we can’t take a “mental health day” because if we do, we end up feeling worse by worrying about who we pissed off or disappointed and how the hell we are going to reschedule those people into your already packed schedule. And if you work longer hours to make sure you get those clients in, your physical and mental health take another hit. It’s not fun at all, and generally, my job is a lot of fun for me. It can also be sad, frustrating, and exhausting, but 95% of the time, I genuinely love what I do.
My Feelings Taste Delicious 