The Weekend
So on Saturday, after a decent night of sleep, I felt a little better.
I've had a stomach ache for a week --or since the end of the 3 day cleanse when I dumped a bunch of junk in to my stomach after babying it for 2 days with water raw organic juices. It's pretty ticked off at me.
I spent Saturday doing some chores around the house and packing up to take the girls to the beach for a few day. I had my shake for breakfast, chicken salad on a bed of lettuce for lunch and was doing well with low carbs and wasn't having any cravings.
There was pretty much no weight change and I was feeling really down and didn't want to do any measurements. The only thing that changed this week was my %body fat did decrease. I suppose that's a good thing.
We set off for the beach around 3:30pm. I was hoping to avoid the rush and we managed to only have 3 miles of traffic that added about 15 minutes to our ride. Both kids were great and Olivia was excited to get to the beach house. I knew we were having linguine with clam sauce so I packed some zucchini to "spiralize" and keep the momentum going.
I had a missed call from a co-worker around 5:30--we hadn't worked in the same department for almost 3 years but we worked in the same building and I stopped by often to visit my old group. We worked together for almost 7 years and they were like brothers to and uncles to me. They saw me through my pregnancy with Olivia, they knew about my miscarriage, and they were among the first to know about my pregnancy with Ellie...So it wasn't unusual for him to call me since we were recently discussing a dresser but it was unusual for him to call me on a holiday weekend.
We had dinner. Dad made mussels and I made my zucchini pasta
Two hours later I had a Facebook message from my co-worker's wife asking me to call the house, he needed to talk to me.
I called and he called me back.
He said he didn't want to bust up my weekend but he wanted to tell me that his boss, my old boss, had been in a motorcycle accident on Friday night. "He died." he said. I can still hear his words echoing in my head.
"WHAT?!" managed to squeak out. I felt lightheaded. I felt achy. I felt sick.
Sure, he was my boss. We didn't always get along. A lot of the time he really frustrated me but after I felt the department, I stopped up and said hi and we chatted often. We share the same birthday. He would have been 55 on the 15th.
So we talked a little more and I hung up the phone. My head was spinning. What happened? I immediately went to google and started searching and found the news story. A picture of his bike, broken and thrown to the ground, was at the top; scrolling down I found a picture of the car he hit--the driver was making a left onto the road he was traveling and he and his bike crashed into the side of her car. He was thrown. He died at the hospital.
I couldn't focus. I cried. I called my husband. I texted my husband. I needed to talk to him. Every memory of my old boss crashed into my brain at once. The computer system that always crashed on our shared birthday. The first time I met him at my job interview in 2007. Dragging me in at 10:45pm to fix a computer issue for the system he had once owned and was passing the torch to me. The "Happy Birthday" texts we would send every year on July 15th...he was usually at a conference, I was sometimes on vacation. The random meeting in the Philadelphia Airport when I was taking Olivia to Florida and he saw us in the security line and met up with me later and helped me get to my gate with all the luggage and a 3 year old. Our countless chats about cholesterol and almonds and our shared love of grapefruit...He wasn't just my boss, he was a friend. And he's gone.
The rest of the night went by--I tried to be present, to appreciate every moment with my kids, the sunset he wouldn't see, the time with my family...I was carrying the July 15th torch alone now.
That night I had weird dreams about him--I tend to have dreams about those who have passed on...I'll just leave it at that but when I woke up on Sunday, my head had cleared and I felt at peace.
And I decided that life is short. Health is important. Family is important. Living while alive is important. I was a little more patient and a little more mindful for the rest of the weekend.
I did watch my carbs. I did enjoy a piece of apple pie after the fireworks last night. It's 4th of July weekend, after all.
Tomorrow, it's back to work for a 3 day week. My 7 day Plexus challenge starts on Wednesday. And I have a new outlook.
I've had a stomach ache for a week --or since the end of the 3 day cleanse when I dumped a bunch of junk in to my stomach after babying it for 2 days with water raw organic juices. It's pretty ticked off at me.
I spent Saturday doing some chores around the house and packing up to take the girls to the beach for a few day. I had my shake for breakfast, chicken salad on a bed of lettuce for lunch and was doing well with low carbs and wasn't having any cravings.
There was pretty much no weight change and I was feeling really down and didn't want to do any measurements. The only thing that changed this week was my %body fat did decrease. I suppose that's a good thing.
We set off for the beach around 3:30pm. I was hoping to avoid the rush and we managed to only have 3 miles of traffic that added about 15 minutes to our ride. Both kids were great and Olivia was excited to get to the beach house. I knew we were having linguine with clam sauce so I packed some zucchini to "spiralize" and keep the momentum going.
I had a missed call from a co-worker around 5:30--we hadn't worked in the same department for almost 3 years but we worked in the same building and I stopped by often to visit my old group. We worked together for almost 7 years and they were like brothers to and uncles to me. They saw me through my pregnancy with Olivia, they knew about my miscarriage, and they were among the first to know about my pregnancy with Ellie...So it wasn't unusual for him to call me since we were recently discussing a dresser but it was unusual for him to call me on a holiday weekend.
We had dinner. Dad made mussels and I made my zucchini pasta
Two hours later I had a Facebook message from my co-worker's wife asking me to call the house, he needed to talk to me.
I called and he called me back.
He said he didn't want to bust up my weekend but he wanted to tell me that his boss, my old boss, had been in a motorcycle accident on Friday night. "He died." he said. I can still hear his words echoing in my head.
"WHAT?!" managed to squeak out. I felt lightheaded. I felt achy. I felt sick.
Sure, he was my boss. We didn't always get along. A lot of the time he really frustrated me but after I felt the department, I stopped up and said hi and we chatted often. We share the same birthday. He would have been 55 on the 15th.
So we talked a little more and I hung up the phone. My head was spinning. What happened? I immediately went to google and started searching and found the news story. A picture of his bike, broken and thrown to the ground, was at the top; scrolling down I found a picture of the car he hit--the driver was making a left onto the road he was traveling and he and his bike crashed into the side of her car. He was thrown. He died at the hospital.
I couldn't focus. I cried. I called my husband. I texted my husband. I needed to talk to him. Every memory of my old boss crashed into my brain at once. The computer system that always crashed on our shared birthday. The first time I met him at my job interview in 2007. Dragging me in at 10:45pm to fix a computer issue for the system he had once owned and was passing the torch to me. The "Happy Birthday" texts we would send every year on July 15th...he was usually at a conference, I was sometimes on vacation. The random meeting in the Philadelphia Airport when I was taking Olivia to Florida and he saw us in the security line and met up with me later and helped me get to my gate with all the luggage and a 3 year old. Our countless chats about cholesterol and almonds and our shared love of grapefruit...He wasn't just my boss, he was a friend. And he's gone.
The rest of the night went by--I tried to be present, to appreciate every moment with my kids, the sunset he wouldn't see, the time with my family...I was carrying the July 15th torch alone now.
That night I had weird dreams about him--I tend to have dreams about those who have passed on...I'll just leave it at that but when I woke up on Sunday, my head had cleared and I felt at peace.
And I decided that life is short. Health is important. Family is important. Living while alive is important. I was a little more patient and a little more mindful for the rest of the weekend.
I did watch my carbs. I did enjoy a piece of apple pie after the fireworks last night. It's 4th of July weekend, after all.
Tomorrow, it's back to work for a 3 day week. My 7 day Plexus challenge starts on Wednesday. And I have a new outlook.
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