Sunday, sundae, Sunday

There's a SpongeBob episode, Something Smells, where he wakes up to the foghorn, ties his sheet around his "neck" and rides the next foghorn bubble blast like Superman, hitting the Sunday square on the big calendar on the wall saying, "Wow! It's Sunday ... guess what's for breakfast?"
(Breakfast is a sundae, get it?)

Though last week I woke up with a similar attitude, today I did not. I seem to be in a bad mood. To be blunt, I hate everything. I would burn down the world if I could. This is not like me. I wouldn't say I am exactly a ball of joy lately but I generally do better than this. Why the bad mood? Breakup stuff. My teeth hurt (badly impacted wisdom tooth and no dental insurance). My mind is a treacherous bitch somedays and those days I just wake up full of sadness and latent, almost ghostlike, impotent rage. It's not typical but it happens.

In an attempt to counteract it I did not take my Day of Rest and instead had a dance party to see if raising endorphins would lower my stress and take my mind off of all the little terrible things that I can't seem to stop dwelling on. I don't like being controlled by little terrible things, especially things that have already been taken from me and things I cannot control. So I danced them out of my mind. Of particular help was LMFAO's "Party Rock" and Pitbull's oh-so-indelicate "Move Shake Drop" remix; it's hard to think about anything dancing to that one. Now, before I have to try to sleep, I figure I will take the respite from my foul mood to post an update.

I am still not doing so well with food. I mean, I keep coming in under my calorie goals. I am wondering if this is cause and effect with the bad mood. Painful teeth notwithstanding, I have felt worse and not been so down about it. And though I know that getting over the breakup has its highs and lows, if all I have to do to manage this better is eat more and more reliably I am willing to try. It's been tough this week though. It's too hot to want to eat (which may have quite a lot to do with my anger at least—I cannot stand heat. Summer is a level of Hell). And my sleep is suffering as well.

Still, even with reduced exercise, because of the heat and my lack of enthusiasm, I am in the red this week with an overall average loss of a little over another inch. I find I am losing more and faster from my waist measurement (-2.5" just this week) than anywhere else. Now that I said that I have to go knock on a whole bunch of wood. I'd rather lose a lot quickly from waist and hips than from...well, other places.

So that's the news. Summer is kicking my ass. I still did my long ride this week and I feel pretty well-accomplished about that. If the heat doesn't break soon I might go into hibernation. I also might cut all my hair off. If you've never tried sleeping peacefully in 90-degree heat (with over 80% humidity) with three feet of hair curling all over like a fur blanket...well, I'll just say it's a damn miracle every year that I don't just shave my head in my sleep.

On a positive note, just six more weeks of this. September, you are my superhero.