Day 17...DIVA INTERRUPTED

I slid out of my car and instead of replacing my driving shoes with my high heels; I decided to just walk up to the security door with my flip flops on. Yall should have seen me… I had my strut in full affect…well, as much as you CAN possibly strut in flats. As I walked, I was singing one of my favorite Bill Withers’ tunes, Lovely Day.
I guess the fact that I had even attempted my diva walk in pink and black Adidas flip-flops should have been my first clue that I was about to have a “Diva-Interrupted” moment.

SIGH

I flashed my badge in front of the door, and it opened as usual.

Before I go any further…let me explain how security works at my job. You swipe your badge and then a door slides open, allowing you to step into a circular security area. We call it a circle lock because for a few seconds, you are literally locked inside of this area while the floor beneath your feet weighs you and decides if you are who you say you are. Basically, the security system takes your weight form the past ten or so days and averages it out. If you weigh too much or to little, you are not allowed inside of the building without the assistance of a security guard.

Can you see where I’m going with this?

THE DAMN SCREEN SAID INVALID WEIGHT and then rejected me!

For a moment I tried to pretend like it didn’t happen, but after the third try, I figured I might want to ask for assistance before I caused any further embarrassment to myself.

DIVA-INTERRUPTED!

I attempted to tell myself that it was just my emotional and spiritual weight weighing me down….but deep down; I have to live with the fact that I’ve gained a wee bit of physical weight.

Yeah. It’s one of those DAMMIT moments.

Well Lord, you’re just NOT gonna melt the pounds off for me, huh? Guess I gotta actually stick to my diet and quit playing around.

I have to remind myself that the Lord answers even the SILLIEST of prayers. Like my prayer to magically get skinnier. He answered by putting “invalid weight” in that security door, reminding me that he doesn’t really help those who won’t help themselves. Good one, God. Ha ha.

Because of my recent high blood pressure scare (185/105) I have been told that strenuous exercise is a no-no for a little while. I no longer have the excuse of eating something and then working out. I’ve got to eat right at all times and walk at a slow pace until I’m cleared to go back to the gym.

Guess this means I won’t be getting that Burrito for lunch after all.