DIET Pepsi. Emergencies only.

Been at work an hour and a half, everything is a fire. I'm so desperate that I am drinking some Diet Coke because they have no Diet Pepsi in this building.

My trainer left for a better job with benefits. Yay Mike! And boo, Mike! I had my first session with the new guy last night. I am . . . Upset? Peevish? Resistant to change? Rightfully angry?

What I also have is DOMS (get your mind out of the gutter, you people!) Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness. It's bad right now, it's going to be worse tomorrow. Like, sitting on a chair (or the toilet!) is really painful and I wish I had railings around to help me. Walking down stairs mean I cling to the railing. I am packed into bed with heating pads and I popped Advil, which I never do.

New guy is very different from Mike. The thing that got me most though, was that new guy was really pushing and everyone went over their maximum heart rate. (Well, not me, thanks beta blockers, but I felt dizzy/like I was going to fall over a couple times.) We are all up on a screen that shows heart rate at green, blue, yellow, orange, red and then flashes into the Anytime Fitness logo, like, "Stop this person, employee!" I felt, scared for the others? Not quite, but it was disturbing to me. Maybe I need to know my own limits and modify things, too. Idk, with Mike I was pushed, felt like I got a good workout, would be sore but not like this, and could make it to another session after one rest day. I'm going walking at lunch tomorrow - we have a charity thing, 1.2 miles. But I don't think I can push through another full session tomorrow. I can lift my baby weights and do some stretching at home, too. (Thanks, google.) But I am disgruntled that my week feels thrown off from my planned stuff. Wah, I know.

Personal training whinging ITR.

We watched it, too. Mrs. Tudball, Scarlett in the curtain dress . . . Geez, that was a good show.

Get. Off. My. Lawn.

Ah ha ha, I wasted about six minutes of life on this ish on The Cut.

I'll never get that time back!

Doing some better, I need to get back to therapy on the regular, which means a new therapist here in the TC. The personal training/exercising has really been good. I don't make all those sessions, though I certainly pay. Damn all that healthiness to hell. I emptied and reloaded my dishwasher, I am making things less gross here, although I need to brag, the squalor was not too far along. Cat is alive and happy, plants are alive (and happy?) Watching "A Quiet Place." Thank you all,so very much. The love and hugs were sorely needed.

Saturday MINN update. ITR, feel free to skip.

I'm still here!

😬☹️

I, um, I just need some support. I'm not doing well, physically, mentally. Just hug me, okay. That would be good.