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.
Singularity
1 year ago
3 comments:
This Google thing is roasting my bottom. First it won't let me log in for weeks, now it erases my comment.
Anyway, sorry your day is so rotten. Just tell everyone to step off and buy their own damn presents. I love when you mutter under your breath though. I think Phineas learned it from you.
Sorry about the bad day. Just get the massage anyway. If you're still crabbby, it will help. If not, you'll still feel better anyway!
I hope you got the massage and that you are enjoying a good night's sleep.
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