Spent less than a week in Chile, one show - but a long haul out there and back. Was it worth it? Sometimes I wonder, but I did get some time in the sun yesterday and a good workout daily, so YES. Oh, but they also fed us, and it wasn't a healthy place. So YES. I think I came back on par with my bloated self pre-boarding the first 4 hour delayed flight out.
Yup. 4 hour delay. Going out. AND coming back. Luckily we found out while at the hotel about the delayed return trip, so I was able to chill a bit. I would have much preferred to land at 7am today and have not lost another day, but I got back to the crib around 1pm. Showered. Unpacked. Started to re-pack for my flight in less than 3 days. This is how I roll, though most of the laundry that needs doing has to go back in my bag, so I guess I can't fully pack yet anyway.
Exhausted doesn't even begin to describe my state of being, but hubs arrived home soon after I did, he clearly has been doing his thang in the gym because… DAMN. My man is a hottie.
As always, I hate the meds. But I'm in a slightly better mood. I found that asking myself what hubby would do in stressful situations really keeps me all zen and shit. He's like the dude on top of the mountain that people walk for months to ask one question - well, he's way cuter than I'd imagine that mountain dude to be. I also assume that he drinks more coffee and alcohol than that dude. Otherwise, it's totally him. Oh, and we don't live on a mountain.
Speaking of mountains, and no, I'm not referring to my foob… we were stuck in the gorgeous hills of Chile. I mean, surrounded by beauty.
Somehow that kind of stuff makes it all better. Because I never get time to chill.
Time to check out and enjoy the insides of my eyelids. I hope. These overnight flights suck. One night at the hotel I spent time talking with a friend about some major drama, so I didn't get much sleep that night. But you know what? Overall things are pretty good. I am a lucky girl, and I know that every day. Even though I lost my boob to science, and I have to take this wretched medication. I have SO many more grey hairs.
Oh, Lord… please begin to shed my uterus tonight. I actually don't feel like there is much to shed, but I want to remain a fairly vibrant woman and am not ready for fake-o-pause. Especially since I have to go through the real deal down the road. I was due yesterday. I was hopeful, between the weight gain, the mood swings, the bloating - but that might all be post-Thanksgiving. Tonight it was salad, shiritaki noodles with spinach, and a slice of Ezekiel toast with peanut butter and some cherry jam. Good band name.
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