I am in a foul, foul mood. I truly believe it's because I fell hard off the wagon and so I'm nutritionally deficient. I ate cookies, crackers and dip for dinner last night, and I was mad at myself about that. Then Chris came home and gave me a nutrition lecture, including minor harassment about not going to the gym. So that made me even angrier at myself, but of course, as a defense, I got pissed at him. Then this morning, I dropped Reuben off at my parent's house, and I was already in a snark. My mother then asked me if I was going to the gym today. I told her "no" and that I have to go to Home Depot to buy my father's birthday present because if I don't do it, none of my siblings would. I proceeded to get into the car and mutter under my breathe. I am in a moooooooood.
I am trying to eat better today. I have a work fridge filled with fruit. I'm drinking more than my fair share of water in hopes to flush out the toxins ( and the crabbiness). I'm not expecting anything but a gain at tomorrow's WW meeting. I can only take it one minute at a time.
I think I need to do something for myself this afternoon. I wanted to get another massage, and I've put it off for about a week. I got a pay check from the college I'm an adjunct professor for, so I've got a little cash that I could spend on myself. Maybe I will get a massage if this 'tude isn't kicked by this afternoon.
You know what? I just don't know what to do and it's killing me.