I’m in a mood so this is going to be a post full of complaints. Be warned and please feel free to walk on by if you want. I probably would.
I couldn’t care less what day it is. I’ve never had a valentine so I have nothing to compare being alone to and I’m quite comfy being alone. I slept like crap last night (well the last two nights actually) so I’m very very sleepy and tired. I had to take two allergy pills this morning because my nose won’t stop running and they are adding to the extreme sleepy feeling I’m experiencing. I’m mad at myself for gaining 1.1 pounds because I can’t seem to break that 30 lb lost point and I want to sooo bad. I just need to lost 3 pounds and I’m there. I’m afraid I will never fully be back on the wagon and I’ll be stuck between this 25-30 lb mark for the rest of my life. My house is a mess and has never fully been finished since I moved in November because work keeps me so busy the last thing I want to do is work at home. I’m standing here now looking and thinking of all the things I need to do and I don’t want to do any of them. I’m forcing myself to do laundry but it’s physically a strain because did I mention how tired and exhausted I am? I’m dreading dinner tonight because my mom only knows how to cook fattening and I’m going to eat whatever it is and feel guilty for days and spend the rest of the week dreading Sunday weigh in. I was sure I had lost a little more this week…not mentally but physically. Mentally I knew I hadn’t but physically I just felt it. It was a very disappointing morning. Did I mention I have PMS so I’m cranky and moody and want to eat everything in sight every minute? All I want to do right now is lay on my sofa and listen to the olympics until I fall asleep and wake up much later in a better place (mentally, physically and emotionally).
Ok I’m done complaining. I think.
