Monday, January 11, 2010
I don't have a ton to report on my end, I've mostly just been staying busy as a distraction and letting my friends know, one by one, face to face, that Justin and I have called it quits. It's interesting for me to remember that a very choice few of them know our real history, our real story, and so much of this a surprise.
It feels cleansing to have these conversations and to be quite honest, I'm proud of myself for being that [honest].
Yesterday I did some more planning for my new single-girl lifestyle, making a list on Target.com of all the things I will be leaving behind and need to replace. I'm overwhelmed by the amount of money I'll have to spend in February 2010, but again - excited about the overall change. Change, for me, is almost always positive.
I met up with my friend Crystal at 11:30am for brunch at Kozy's in The Galleria, a very upscale shopping mall in a suburb of Minneapolis. They have an amazing brunch deal. $15.95 gets you a complimentary mimosa, a complimentary caramel sticky bun, and your choice of made-to-order omelets, belgian waffles, minnesota style hashbrowns (butter and some sort of fatty delicious creamy soup mixed in with the potatoes), sausage links, bacon strips, wheat toast, cheesy scrambled eggs, and the list goes on. All you can eat.
I hadn't been eating much in the past few days. I would remember to eat when I looked at my tracker and it was mostly empty. I didn't want to have an embarrassing TRACK ATTACK from Joanna, nor did I want to deny my body fuel it needs to guide me through this stressful time.
I ate a fair amount too much at brunch, had great and reassuring conversations with Crystal, and then we headed across the way to Barnes and Noble so I could pick up It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken. I was also trying to get my hands on The New Rules of Lifting for Women, but they were sold out. I do believe I've mentioned before that book stores + me = danger for the pocketbook. This particular book store happened to have 6 gigantic tables of clearance items that were marked down EVEN MORE than their original 50% off. I had at it.
I walked in to buy 2 books, and only ended up with one of those, but made up for the loss of the other one by purchasing 8 more books. Plus side? 9 books for $48. That's pretty fantastic.
After the book spree, I headed home, spent some time making nerdy spreadsheets and lists, and before I knew it - it was 5:45pm and I was headed to meet a very old girlfriend for drinks at my neighborhood bar. She and I worked together at Wells Fargo Home Mortgage way back in the day when I didn't realize how much I hated corporate america (as evidenced by my excellent consumerism at the bookstore). We hadn't seen each other in nearly 7 years and she recently divorced from her husband, so it was a timely chat for me. We basically picked up right where we left off, she helped me work through some confusing feelings and all and all I left that conversation feeling extremely validated.
You see, I'm dealing with this journey into splitsville very well because for me, this happened months ago. Maybe even years. I've already broken down over a long period of time, slowly giving it up day after day that nothing changed when it was promised that it would. I had already given up. Talking with Holly, who was in a similar but also complete opposite position really helped me to feel that it's ok to feel this way; That just because we're broken up doesn't mean I should feel like I *have* to break down. We all deal in our own ways.
I ended up being out a lot later than I meant to. I never ate a thing after that gigantic brunch, but knowing I should, I had a salad for dinner and fell asleep reading my breakup guide, the dog snuggled up into my back.
Funny story. At Kozy's, at brunch, at the waffle station, there were little bowls of deliciousness. Strawberries, syrup, raspberry sauce, chocolate sauce and GIGANTIC serving bowls of fresh whipped cream.
Man, did I ever pile on the whipped cream. I LOVE real whipped cream and it was something I was willing to go overboard on.
When I got back to the table and started cutting up the waffle, I took my first bite and...
That was SO not whipped cream. It was a giant pile of butter. In all of my excitement to eat the biggest mouthful of fresh whipped cream, I now had to either spit out what very well might be 1/2 a cup of butter, or swallow it whole. [I spit it out]
Have you every accidentally eaten something terrible? I'm calling Kozy's to tell them labels would have been very helpful in this situation and that they owe me $5 million dollars to pay for the heart attack that will inevitably cause [later in life].
In WAY cooler news...
Rachel at Body by Pizza has hit the 100 lbs mark! Go congratulate her on this AMAZINGNESS!
Jack Sh*t has literally gotten fit. He's in onederland and [re]wrote a song about it.