Cereal Liar

I just came back from the gym. I don't feel whole anymore without a good workout. I feel so cleansed and refreshed and happy after exercising, I love the endorphins and stretching after 45 minutes on the eliptical is just the icing on the non-fat cake.

RIGHT! Don't worry, its still me. I did just come back from the gym, though. My husband and kid are hanging around my house today because its Veteran's day and I had to get away from them for a while. The gym was an act of desperation. I did 45 minutes, burned 563 calories and elipted five miles. Then I took a long shower and even blow dried my hair there. I challenged myself to stand naked for a few seconds in the locker room, and I made it through.

I'm in a mood. It has something to do with these new birth control pills. The third week is great; I have lots of energy and motivation, but I feel like I'm sleepwalking through the first two weeks. This hormone cocktail is a constant struggle, and no doctor will believe me when I tell them what I think I need. So, I did a little research online, and found that the third week of the pill has a higher amount of progesterone than the rest of the month. Now my question is: is it the ratio of progesterone to estrogen that makes the difference, or can I have the same amount of progesterone and up the estrogen and get the same result? Didn't know you'd be in for a pharmacology lesson today, did you? You just never know what you're gonna get.

I also made chicken stock, but its a little bland. I really don't have anything inspiring or entertaining to talk about. Rob just left to go running (copy cat) and I think I'll watch some Oprah.

I'm going to be part of a focus group tonight, talking about healthy cereals. I'll get paid $110 to talk about cereal, and probably look at cereal advertising (they told me to bring my reading glasses and asked me if I'm color blind.) I feel a little bad because I kind of lied about what kind of cereal I eat. I figured out what they were after, and pretended I eat the cereal that Leila eats. If I had told them about my fondness for Kellog's raisin bran, I would have missed out on the $110, so I stretched the truth, just a little bit. Afterwards, I'm meeting my gay-guy friend in a quasi gay bar so we can catch up and he can look at men. I can look at the men, too, but not with the same criteria.