I was sent rocketing into space, or rather, a failing engine spiraling uncontrollably when an email said I would be charged $90 for a running and exercise app. An app I downloaded, viewed its features, didn’t like, and didn’t know I was on a trial. A trial that if I didn’t cancel, I’d be paying more money on than I spend eating out in a month. Okay, so maybe we spend a little more than $90 on restaurants, because isn’t eating out fun?
The charge came after my request for a refund was denied. I have one more shot though, a final dispute where I got to plead my case in front of Apple’s app court. Here’s basically what I wrote:
“Please sir, I am a lowly, sadly fellow. I know not what I do. Pardon me from my ungodly, sinning ways, and I promise to leave this kingdom once and for all. Never to partake in a free trial again. Humbly and lowly yours, Jaclynn.”
Fingers crossed I get my money back.
It’s snowing! It’s snowing! There’s the thinnest paper-sheet-thin layer out there, and the white stuff falling are like mini weenie balls, but it’s something. Of course, I’d prefer those heavenly floating napkin-sized flakes. The thought of making a snowman tomorrow is not my cup of tea, but I have a snow-ready daughter who’ll likely drag me kicking and screaming. But then I’ll love it because making a snowman is the best!
I intermittently fasted all three workdays this week, which felt really good. I know I’ve probably talked about fasting before and the benefits of it, so it’s really not that hard. Especially on back-to-back client days when I get in a groove of drinking tea or water until dinner time. I don’t notice much of a difference without food—well, except when my tummy did a major growl about 4 pm. Not to worry, shortly after I gave it a hefty Caesar salad, meatloaf, and broccoli meal that made it shut its trap.
Against my better judgment, I weighed myself. You know how curiosity killed the cat? Well, the number is about ten to fifteen pounds higher than I’d like. Looking at the calendar, perhaps I can lose a pound a week and reach my goal by May 1st? May Day, May Day, here comes Jaclynn!
I know I’m not supposed to say I want to be skinnier, even though I do.
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Going On 40 