Last night I had pizza for dinner. Not big news or anything, but two things happened to led up to that decision. I spoke to a coworker after writing the last post and found out that ANOTHER person was fired yesterday after I left for the day. Someone I like very much and feel is maybe getting the shaft. She worked in another office, and there are plenty of girls in that office who I have heard do a less than stellar job but are rumored to be protected by the VP of that office. My friend was a transplant from our location and therefore was (possibly) selected by said VP as the one to go. Horseshit. OR perhaps I am completely misguided and she totally had it coming because she sucks. I do not know. Second, I was hungry, and had a craving for Lou Malnati’s pizza even though I knew full well what it was going to do to me.
The pizza was delicious. I think it really freaked out the many, many other diners around my table when I flew into my fit of a thousand sneezes as we were wrapping things up. It’s like clockwork. I sneezed again, and again, and again, and again, about oh…. a thousand, maybe a million times. And then it ended, and I was stuffy, and by the time we got home I was exhausted, and I fell asleep almost immediately when I got home. I didn’t even finish up my requisite water for the day or take my evening vitamins or anything!
So when I woke this morning, I was interested in my numbers, even if they are skewed by the massive increase in water intake. The amount consumed daily was based upon my initial weight measurements, btw. If I was one of those icon-using people, I would follow that up with a sad face made of punctuation. But I’m not. Anyhow, this morning my Ph on the non-human Ph measurement strips was back at the highly acidic <6.2. Based upon the color, way less than 6.2. My weight gain is holding at 2 pounds gained. Lucky me, even with the pizza. Still no change in how I feel. No burst of energy, no change my cold right hand, etc.
I phoned this morning to get the empty bottles refilled to continue my experiment. The shop where I attended the “presentation” had a sign on the counter that you could try the water free for 30 days. She sounded a little less than thrilled on the phone when I called to refill, questioning when I had been there as if she was measuring the amount of time between when she actually gave me the water and when I was asking for refills. Maybe I’m just paranoid or ultra sensitive. I understand that she’s closing up shop at her physical location (to focus on the water thing full time, supposedly), so I assume that it will become harder if not impossible to continue the experiment on the water for a full thirty days by getting the bottles I have refilled. Once I got there, she was nothing but friendly and chatty as she filled my bottles of water.
Other than that, all this water talk has gotten us thinking about the goldfish tank. So today we are putting a little effort into that. Something for me to stare at for relaxation. I’ll have to post photos another day.
