Rough day, my little lovelies. I feel just really wiped out, and only managed to get in my ride today, so I rescheded the swim for tomorrow (after my PT appointment during which he will review the food diary - oooohhh).
I have to say, though, that I appreciate the blogger community and the support they give, as well as the comfort I feel when I read that I may not be alone when I skip some workouts or have a funk-kind of day. There is something guilt-reducing about admitting momentary physical/mental weakness because it seems that I am not alone, and I totally dig that.
On that note, I am going to try to pull myself together, maybe shower to clean the day off. I will try to post about the day's icky happenings later, but forgive me if I don't get to it til tomorrow.
Love and big Hershey kisses (mmm, candy),
meg
2 comments:
so while you have to show your food log to a doctor and hope he doesn't pass judgment I have ot eat in front of a room full of teachers who I hope will one day be my colleagues. I pack my little sandwhich with my bag of carrots and either a granola bar or a small bag of chips--where are the ju-ju hearts and M&Ms you ask. They are hiding in my kitchen afraid that my new found teacher's lounge friends and all their healthy lunches will talk behind my back when I slip away from the table early to go back and organize the classroom library or clean the file shelves. Do you think I should let them in on my secret? Maybe they'll remember me and the girls in the lounge that ate the worst food when it comes time to hire new teachers
Next on Jerry Srpinger: "Candy, and the ladies that love them - Is it wrong when it feels so right?" Embrace the shame, Dev, embrace it.
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