Toe, Car, and Coffee Breaks

So, initially when I started this blog, I planned to write at least every other day. Now it's been, what, two weeks? Yeah, it's been crazy here. I started my new job as a housekeeper at the local hospital and I actually like it. It's hard work but I actually feel like I accomplished something during the day. And it inspired me to clean top to bottom in my kitchen one day after work. What a project! But it looked great afterward. Of course, now it's a complete disaster, but that's besides the point.

My past week and a half haven't been the greatest. It started last Monday when I woke up at 5am and stumbled into the kitchen to make my morning coffee and proceeded to jam my baby toe into my kitchen table. It immediately swelled up and turned black and blue, which was great cause I had to wear my uncomfortable sneakers and stand for 8 hours at work that day. By the time I got home I was hurting. In fact it's still swollen and hurting...

Tuesday came around and the day was just bad to start with. I was in a crappy mood (no doubt due to the pain that was radiating through my foot and leg) and I just could not get on my game at work. I got home, relieved to be out of work, and relax for a few hours. It was about 8:30 pm when I got the motivation to cook dinner, so I decided I would make rice noodles with tofu and peanut sauce. By the time it was ready to serve, I was starving and really looking forward to having this delicious meal. As I walked toward the stove to take the pan from the heat, the burner detached itself from the stove and immediately tipped my whole wok over and dumped the messy, sticky peanut sauce and the noodles onto my floor. I was not pleased. As I cursed like a sailor and cleaned up the mess (which required me to mop to remove the stickiness) I said to myself, "That's it, I need a pack of cigarettes. I'm going to the gas station". So I get dressed and go down to my car and head the mile up the street to the local gas station. I get my pack of cigarettes and I suddenly have a feeling that is a combination of victory and guilt. I get in my car and turn the key. Nothing. I try again. I get a click. At this point I am cursing even louder than before, with my window down for all the other customers to hear, and am seriously on the verge of setting my car on fire. I call Mike and he comes up and we call AAA. By the time they come to tow my car it's 10:30 (and I have to be up at 5am) and we still hadn't eaten. They tow it home and Mike and I are sitting in his car thinking about food, and then it happened. The mistake. We ate at Taco Bell. By the time we got to bed it was well passed midnight and I had about 4 1/2 hours of sleep. I was exhausted.

Then on Thursday, I had the day off so we decided to get the car fixed. We called the local garage and they towed it and then replaced the starter and a couple cables. $500 later, I got my car back.

So that was the extent (for the most part) of how my week has been. Good news is since I last wrote, I've lost 4 lbs.! Woot! Just 15 more to go....But since I started my weight loss goals I've lost a total of 18 lbs, so I am pretty happy about that. :)