Gray Day and Cinnabon

I am having a gray day. Not only is it overcast here, but it is type of day where retail therapy only works for 30 minutes. (Thanks Target!)

First work related issues pushed me to reward myself with new slippers (and then shirts). Not too long after arriving home, my 50+ pound "puppy" took me out cartoon style. If you would like the mental image here it is:

Her running full speed down the stairs, me standing close to the wall to avoid her path. Puppy came in tight because she loves/ hates me, took my leg out from under me and resulting in me landing on my back.

If it wasn't me, and I wasn't near tears, I would have been laughing. Once I placed her safely in her crate (where I could not harm her), I opened my e-mail to discover my make-up artist for the show had to cancel.

Eight days out. 

I heated up my tilapia, yam, and broccoli (because that is what I can call "comfort food" right now) and opened my laptop. After visiting the show's website, I got the contact information for the show's official makeup artist. Thankfully she had one last spot open and I was able to nab it, for 4:30 am. Sometimes it is small victories that get us through the day. Now I have someone to make me pretty, again, and all is semi-right with the world.

Next week is peak week, the week all this hard work comes together before getting on the stage. I took the time today to arrange my workouts for the next week so I have a plan going in. The plan is basically don't kick my ass too much, don't try to lose anymore fat, and try to relax. I tried the relax part this morning by doing a yoga DVD, but then I felt like I pulled a glute. Not effective relaxation.

Tomorrow I meet with my coach where I will get the day-by-day diet for my last few days before the show. I know for sure caffeine will be out. If I thought I was cranky now, I apologize in advance to anyone who comes near/ contacts me. My puppy may be spending more time in her crate.

I am currently attempting to not plan out too much of my post-show life. However, I have quite the list of items I want to indulge in. For instance, Cinnabon. I have not touched one in at least a decade, if not two. But I know of two truck stops between Salem and Portland that have a Cinnabon in them. I know this because I travel that route on an almost daily basis. Those truck stops are also the closest places to Canyonville that have Cinnabon, other than Eugene. (But in Eugene you have a drive a ways off the interstate to get to the cinnamon roll (because that's how they mark it on their site locator and yes, it made me drool) and there is Packer game to be watched that afternoon. #priorities). Please note that their website is pretty much Cinnaporn. I need to close that window... in 5 minutes

You ice that Cinnabon- you clean-nailed Cinnaworker.
Ice it reeeeeeal good.  

What else will I indulge in after the show? The list includes pad thai, wings, nachos, a quesadilla, fried chicken, and beer (mainly fresh hop, Oktoberfest, and pumpkin beers). However, after eating super clean for the last 3 months, one's body can not handle those items very well. So it becomes a jig-saw puzzle of fitting in these items with social activities on the calendar since many think of the time after a show as if one has been released from gastro prison. Which after working this hard, the last thing I want to do is re-insulate my abs in a quarter of the time it took me to get here.

You can bet there is a plan coming to avoid that as well. Until then I am going to enjoy these last few days before the show and get ready to display what I was able to do.