Happy Cinco de Mayo to all, and to all a good night!!
What comes along with the territory of not having a job is not having an income. And that is fine for right now – but as a result I need to make my savings account last. So I’m trying to keep the mentality that money is tight and I shouldn’t go out as much, I shouldn’t buy clothes right now and Darcy is going to have to cut back on her days at the race track. But I’m not worried financially. Things are tight in other places which has me a little more concerned.
When I first left my job I spent a lot of time being super lazy. Then, to cheer myself up, I went on a binge eating and drinking tour of the deep south. I spent two full weeks on the following strict diet:
Shrimp n’ Grits
Cheese (with all accouterments)
Mimosas (normally a bottomless deal was involved)
Purple DrAnk (a slushy mix of grape juice, everclear and ice)
Corona, Corona, Corona
Upon return home I made the silly decision to step on my scale and I saw that my weight had increased by 6 pounds. So I thought – well that sucks. But figured it will drop quickly, I’ll just have to cut back on my favorite food groups of cheese and wine and add in spinach or peppers or something in the mean time.
Last night was when I realized how ‘tight’ all things really were. This dress was always rather form fitting, but last night we hit our breaking point… literally.
So yea… diet starts now. Retirement at it’s finest, ladies and gentlemen.
One of my favorite days of the year is the Phillies 5K. I have run it for the last three years and it’s the one day when I know for a fact I will accomplish something that I’m proud of.
Sometimes, I make the silly decision to sign up for more 5Ks. Last Saturday was one of those days. My friend Bake-Master and I were going to do the Color Run in Camden. Saturday morning, however, we woke to a predicament. It was 40 degrees outside. Allegedly everything you wear during the Color Run gets destroyed and we had bought sacrificial running gear for a 70 degree morning.
I woke at 6:20 and had a text from Bake-Master from 6:09 subtly mentioning that if I didn’t want to run she would understand. It was one of those situations where I didn’t really care strongly either way, but I didn’t want to freeze, I didn’t want to ruin something nice, I didn’t want to have to spend my morning in New Jersey, but most of all I didn’t want to sound like the lazy friend. I told her it was up to her – I was in or out, all the while praying she was out. It took her maybe three more texts to justify why we should stay home and I happily obliged, falling back to sleep by 6:32.
We did, however, decide to celebrate our win. We didn’t have to run in the freezing weather. We didn’t ruin any clothes. We didn’t get covered in color gas and look like Occupy Wall Street hippies. We didn’t have to leave the safe confines of Pennsylvania. We were clean. We were well rested.
We met at noon for a fantastic brunch and afterwards had a champagne picnic in the park to further discuss our great decision. Someone did win the Color Run. But we were the real winners.