Posts like this one are hard to write. It’s so much easier to come here and share what’s up when I am doing well. When I’m struggling, it’s difficult to admit I can be so incredibly stupid.
We had a great weekend with the kids, and I came to work Monday morning in a good, if a bit sleepy, mood. That didn’t last long. My boss, the little ray of sunshine that she is (read that in a heavily sarcastic tone), slithered into my office and instantly got on my nerves and dumped a heap of work on me. I already have plenty to do, and it would take superhuman powers to get all this done. It irritated me and left me so stressed out and frazzled that I gave in to a total “f*ck it” mentality.
I cancelled my workout class after work. I just didn’t feel up to it. I went out to dinner with my husband, and I indulged in comfort food. We’re talking fried, with gravy, plus dessert. *cringe* I didn’t work out when we got home. I changed into comfy clothes and curled up on the couch.
But at least I got back on track on Tuesday, right?
*cough, cough*
Nope. I didn’t even log my food yesterday. Why bother? I already knew I was way over calories. I did make myself work out though. My butt is sore today from the squats, so the way I am walking today is somewhat comical.
Today I feel like I’m stuck in this rut and can’t find my way back. I’m stuck like quicksand in a very negative mindset and can’t shake it.
I’m disappointed in myself. I don’t know if I can salvage this week and have at least a small loss. I don’t know if I will escape without a gain at this point. I’m upset that I let this garbage get to me this much. I know better, for goodness sake. I really want to lose this weight, but you’d never know it from my choices this week!
Sweat & Sparkle 