Karma Didn't Get Me...This Time

Today, as part of my weight loss plan, I started a herbal cleanse. As it was "Day One" of my very first cleanse ever, I was expecting to really feel it. But I was amazed at how well I was feeling and I wasn't too aware of being either hungry or low in energy. In fact, when I got home from a very good day at work, I felt motivated enough to get myself over to the gym.

That's when I learned that cleansing and working out don't go hand-in-hand. At least on "Day One". I just didn't have the fuel inside of me to do the same kind of workout that I normally do. No steam to float my boat so to speak. But I didn't want to quit, so I kept pushing myself, and pushing myself. The way I saw it, at gas prices these days, since I drove my ass all the way there, I'd better make it worth it.

But in the end, the lack of energy caught up with me and I got pretty dizzy. I had to recognize defeat and go to sit it out for a while in the change room before I even thought of going back to my car to drive home. I was one Dizzy Miss Lizzy.

Anyway, once I finally got my head back together, I went back to my BRAND SPANKING NEW Toyota Yaris, which I love muchly and took great care to park in the farthest section of a ginormus parking lot, where I never thought anyone else would park. Once I got to my little beauty, I fell to my knees in shock of what I saw. Someone had apparently had hit my car and run, leaving it's beautiful untouched behind all dented and scraped. Having just blown all my fuel in the gym, I didn't have the mental capacity to deal. I started to cry on the spot, swearing and having a HUGE tantrum. I mean, come on!!!! Will Karma and Murphy and his stupid laws never leave me alone? I had literally just driven my car off of the Dealers lot THIS WEEK.

I was beside myself. So I just hung out by the back end of my all wrecked, formerly cute, new car and trying to get myself together when someone came up to me and said "Can I help you", with a slightly indignant tone. I turned, and through my tear-stained eyes, I looked at them and told them that someone had hit my new car and left.

After examining me for a moment and coming to the conclusion that I was not a total nut-job, they replied right back that unless I'd like to consider a trade, someone had actually hit THEIR new car and I would be better advised to start looking for where I had parked mine.

DUFAS!!! The car I was spending all this time crying beside wasn't even a Toyota. See, I was just a tinsy-bit on the dizzy side of things. This is when I came to my very clear realization that cleansing and working out don't mix.

I told them that I was really sorry for their misfortune as I happily skipped away to my pretty new car all in one piece in next isle over! ;) Karma, thanks for the by-pass this time.