Chocolate Cake Is Great
Yesterday, I drove around for a while crying. Then I stopped by a grocery store and bought this delightful treat called a whoppie pie. It was chocolate cake with a creamy vanilla filling. Ten minutes after I ate it, I felt better. I'm not sure if it was the combination of sugar and chocolate, but it was wonderful. I also ate a pint of chocolate ice cream. Some people need a drink. I just need a shot of chocolate, or a pint as the case may be.
So this morning I made it to the gym. I did 70 minutes of aerobics—50 minutes on the treadmill and 20 minutes on the elliptical. Sweat was pouring from me. It felt pretty good.
I have an appointment with my doctor today. I'm going to see about getting some of meds switched—like switching Lasix for Maxcide. And I'm getting an antidepressant. Before you say anything, for me it's better than lying around depressed for the next six months. And it's better than gorging myself on chocolate.
I haven't eaten anything yet today. And I don't especially feel hungry. But I should eat something. I have a meeting in a few minutes, so I should do it before then.
