Party Like it's Your (Grandma's) Birthday

Happy birthday to my Grandma, a very Unique Highly Sensitive Person. What is a Unique Highly Sensitive Person, you ask? You may want to ask Google. And you may want to ask Google about "feeling uncomfortable on your birthday." That's what my Grandma did. What she discovered is that she is a Highly Sensitive Person. And that there are other Highly Sensitive Persons also feeling uncomfortable on their birthdays. Some of them even blog about it and put their high sensitivity on display for all of the Internets to see. This is seems a little counter-intuitive to me, but maybe it's like some kind of therapy. Like aversion therapy, but the opposite.

Highly Sensitive Persons aside, here's how I did this week. After my trip down the TJ Maxx rabbit hole last week, I started the week with my resolve stronger than ever. But by Friday, my mood was tanked due to a particularly stressful week at work, poor sleeping patterns (confirmed by my Jawbone), and application disappointment. Despite my best effort to convince myself that this episode of professional rejection was for the best, I was still disappointed that I had gotten my hopes up and my application was not permitted to pass through the pearly gates manned by the selection committee. I sought comfort in the warm welcoming glow of the Maxx. I know what you're thinking, Wha?! Wasn't this the birthplace of this week's shame spiral? Yes. But unlike last week, I came in prepared. Ish. I'm not going to lie, I walked in intending to shop for my Grandma, and left with three items for me. But, come on, on the real tip, you know you do that too. So I left the store with my wallet about $100 lighter. But unlike last week, I paid in cash. And it hurt. Counting out the bills for the cashier, I was barely able to resist the urge to pull the bills back from her and return them to my yellow Rebecca Minkoff. I think I just may be growing as a person. Damn.

Here are my grades: Cash Diet Challenge: B. I faced my tempter and almost resisted temptation. Almost. TJ Maxx, why can't I quit you?!!!
Yoga: 3 classes due to extreme hiking-related sore calves. This brings my monthly total to 14. So far I am killing the yoga challenge. My friend Jorts says that if I actually want to see any of my unhappy lawyer weight detach itself from my hips, I need to quit the "sauna stretching" and do some cardio. Spoken like a true hot vinyasa flow virgin. My hot vinyasa flow class burns about 590 calories in 60 minutes. Check that, runnerboy.