Yesterday was highs and lows. It was one of those days that didn't click with me. My legs were tired from a hilly run through campus and a CX30 class with Jordan, so I opted for a rest day. While my husband went to the gym, I did a complete clean of the apartment. I scrubbed, I vacuumed, I organized, I dusted, and I did two loads of laundry. Eventually I got to my computer and started on my work and emails.
Fast forward an hour later and I was putting away the towels and linen and I saw my FitBit wristband in the bathroom. There was no FitBit attached and I suddenly felt sick. Where was that little guy? I checked my purse, the bed (Sidenote: one time I thought I lost it in the night and I found it in my hair), my laundry basket, and finally I ran to the laundry room. I had just put the laundry into the dryer and I ripped the door open and found my work out tank with the FitBit firmly attached. It wasn't turning on and I was devastated. I ran to my computer and googled "I washed my FitBit" and found this:
Lennie was on the way home from the gym, so I called him with the emergency and he picked up some rice on the way home. As soon as he got in the door, we covered the FitBit in rice and wished for the best.
We left it overnight and then tried plugging into the dock this morning. It gave a little sign of life, but now is not responding at all. I'm going to give it some time and see what happens. Wish me luck.
To end on a positive note, I did make a pretty delicious dinner last night. I found this recipe HERE for the quinoa. I used part skim ricotta instead of goat cheese and added cherry tomatoes. For the salmon, I put the oven on broil and smothered the top of the fish with a paste made of mustard, olive oil, salt, red pepper flakes, thyme, and finely chopped onion.
Do you use the broil setting on the oven? I never did, but after last night's dinner, I was very impressed and got some confidence to try it again. I made open faced turkey melts for lunch today....
Ever wash something important? Just money once in a while. Sometimes hair ties too. I'm fairly responsible. One time my husband washed his passport.