Saturday, March 23, 2013
I knew from the way my legs were bloated and sausage fingers weren't allowing my rings easy access despite them spinning like loose lug nuts all week that the scale was going to show a gain.
Up about 1 1/2.
It makes me want to say "I should've just stuffed myself with the damn stuffed cheeseburger I so triumphantly threw in the garbage last Saturday!" I know, I shouldn't have but hell if I was going to gain anyway, why not do it with panache?
I don't care.
It's my blog...I'll spout whatever non-sensical crap I want.
It just cements my plan for next month. I'm not sharing it yet because I don't know all of the details yet myself but let's just say there's a small part of me that hopes it won't work because it would suck if that has to be my new reality. Stay tuned on that front.
I'm trying not to let it affect my mood for today since I already have a previous night's irritant on my mind, the bra I need to wear today was left overnight in the washer by someone on a pretty good roll with laundry (not me), was deprived of sleep since I seem to be waking up at 5am every day and just lay there for 2 hours and now this weigh in. I know, "choose happiness!" "Seek rainbows!" "Don't be a bitch when you're trying to surprise your husband with something nice!" *HISS!*
I will say, I need to get my water in check. I was dehydrated oh, pretty much every day last week. I suck at it. I'm already up half the night peeing (once or twice) then can never get back to sleep so I feel like adding more will just screw me up even more. I guess I'll just have to make a point to chug a whole 36 ouncer between breakfast and lunch then continue with business as usual and be closer to 100 oz of water than 70 but still not feel the increase into the evenings. Welcome to middle age. *groan*
I think it's time we put the down comforter away for the season too. I wake up so friggin' hot in the middle of the night (not a hot flash...I have hit that beauteous stage in life yet, thank God. Hats (or clothes) off to ya's that are going through it all) and its all because of that comforter. It's pretty but I'm tired of kicking it on and off. I cringe when I hear the heat kick on.
Welp, the Mr is downstairs, I have to pretend to be all jazzed for today with a stiff neck, headache, a wet bra, sausage fingers and tree trunk legs. Obviously you all wish you could hang out with me today when I'm in such an awesome mood.
Time for breakfast.
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