Today was a day from hell.
Not only did I have to work 2 hours overtime, but a stupid drunk guy sat next to me on the bus the whole way home, and boy was he an a$$. Lately I've been feeling like everyone wants me to give them something and am starting to fell like I don't have time for myself because I have to attend to everyone else - it's this same feeling that lead me to find myself at 233 pounds on March 1st. If i'm not stressed, then I am incredibly lonely.
As a result of this horrible day, I didn't get home from work until about 7:30 - scarfed down some dinner, ran out and did some banking, then only went to the gym for 30 minutes. Now I just feel guilty! I literally couldn't stand being at the gym because I think every 16-year-old boy in my city was at the gym lifting weights. There is literally nothing that smells worse than boy sweat. I had to get out of there.
I'm so mad that my week got off to a bad start. I did however track my food and stayed on plan, but I just feel like my life is such a mess and it's times like these that I just don't care about anything, including myself. I've just been telling myself that this is just a bad day and that tomorrow i'll wake up and be happy that I "cared" today because it allowed me to stay somewhat on plan.
A very grumpy and depressed Lisa signing off on this crappy Monday!
Hey Lisa,
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your comment this morning, made me feel so much better that someone else was in the same boat. I'll let you know if I get anywhere! On your post, I just wanted to encourage you to look past your crappy days, and rememeber the proverbial prize at the end of the race. When I was losing the bulk of my weight, bad days where just that, bad days. Not a bad week, or a bad month. My mother always use to say to me, "If hunger is not the problem, then eating is not the answer!"
Noticed your in Vancouver!! I'm in New West! If you ever wanted to meet, I would be totally up for it!