Day 1: I meet up with Daniel for my training session. “Lisa, you haven’t updated your food journal.”
“I’m being nationalistic and working on my taxes.”
“It takes two minutes.”
“I’m a true patriot.”
I’m a true liar! I haven’t updated the stupid f***ing food journal since I had my total self sabotage meltdown last week. Dealing with taxes and a lecture on clean eating in the same week is really just too much for me to handle.
“Did you buy your supplements yet?”
He gave me a list of supplements to buy last week, like Creatine and Isopure but I don’t want to buy them online because Henri will give me grief about using my credit card and I haven’t gone to the vitamin store because I hate going to new places since I have no sense of direction and get lost in my own neighborhood.
“I’m. Working. On. My. Taxes.” I say very slowly and deliberately. This is my “read between the lines” way of saying “stop bugging me.”
He drops the subject. Yay!
Day 2: I try to dodge him but he’s already there sweating away on the stepper. (He’s training for the Texas Shredder competition.) “Lisa,” he calls me over. Oh, crap. “Food journal?”
“You can’t be working on them forever.”
“Fine. I’ll update it tonight.”
Of course I don’t update it that night. I am actually working on my taxes. And if you must work on taxes, why not reward yourself with Hershey kisses, right? Oh, God, now I really can’t update that stupid food journal. I hate that thing.
Day 3: I time it just right so I can avoid him entirely as he meets with other clients, but the ab work out takes me longer than expected and Daniel slides into the training desk chair.
“Lisa – ”
“I CHEATED ON MY DIET! OK?”
He shakes his head at me and goes back to his computer. He’s not even looking at me. Oh man, this week sucks.
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