angelak | One more update before class

Well. It would appear I'm the first to arrive in this class. Well, even on Netdesk for this floor regarding students. Normally I'm rushing in at the last minute??

The lady has no idea I've taken like 8,000 of these classes and was explaining them ever so diligently to me. Well, thank you. Meh. She was just being the fakey nice person.
None the less. After coffee and a pastry, I do feel better. Might have been some blood sugar imbalance. At least this class has windows, and because I'm the first one in, I have had the first choice of seats. I have chosen the second row next to the window in order to obtain a good view. I need to write or I feel like I'm going to explode. I was just feeling pretty low.

Well, there walks in the instructor. I had him last time for Vista...

Well, feeling a little less crabby after that snack.
Maybe I just needed some fuel in my system, and to let go of my entire evening last night.
I don't know. I'm in that "fatalistic" mindset I've been known to get into.
*Lets one go*

I guess it started when Tim saw me outside, I whined about the community center - and he said "Well there are plenty of stairs and you could always walk all the way down to the watefront as a workout..." And that is exactly what I Love to do on my lunches when I come down here. Except it's not good for knees and that is exactly what I wrote about NOT doing earlier. But you know, when you have an injury like mine - people incessantly forget those are the things you SHOULDN'T do. I know, well intended, but I drove off feeling helpless against the fact that my limitations were being thrust in my face - yet again. And believe you me, I'd love nothing more than to be my normal self. And I'd do that walk as a relaxation, not a work out. So there you have it. Not even that. But I am hoping to hit the E machine later today anyway.

Oh. And I hope these people don't mind me. I'm carving up the pastries by cutting them in half instead of taking the full portion. HAH Hah. Hah. With a knife.
And I resisted the tempation this morning to buy sugar-milk-coffee. (Drip, drip, it is for me.) I used to have pastries, sugar-milk-coffee, AND a horrid lunch back in the day. So maybe in spite of how decadent I feel about my more sugary breakfast than normal... I am still doing OK. Or whatever. Every other day they serve pastries (Cookies, Donuts, Muffins) or Bagels and cream cheese. Both I like, both are more fuel than my body actually needs. Or really not the healthiest. Oh well. It has taken me out of my "I want to maim myself" headspace.

-Angela