It's been a bad one. I'm really, really trying to turn my attitude around so I can start off on a positive, happy note tomorrow morning at work. For right now, my attitude and mood are in the toilet. Let's go back to Friday afternoon, shall we?
I slipped and fell on a wet floor that had just been mopped at Wal-mart (yes, it was clearly marked, and I walked across it anyway...brilliant!!!). Anyhoo...I sprained my left ankle. This has not made for a happy weekend. First of all, I don't like being incapacitated one little bit. I get crabby and bitchy, and if you're in my path, you're liable to get your head bitten off. My mom can attest to this from times past...I don't make a very good patient. Enter Dwayne. Bless his heart. He was trying to take care of me and I was mean to him...which I apologized for a little while later. I was irritated and bawling over the fact that I JUST joined a gym again LAST WEEK and now this. Now this. I swear I have the worst luck of any person I know. Sometimes it feels like 2 steps forward, 3 steps back, and that sh*t gets old.
So....I was supposed to go to the gym with Kim on Sunday....I had to cancel. I had to stay in the house all weekend and Dwayne kept my foot iced and wrapped in an Ace bandage....he brought me drinks, helped me to the bed, brought me food, etc. He was very, very sweet and took excellent care of me. Did I mention he brought me food? lol Things were bad. He would have been willing to bring me anything I wanted, but I don't like being a burden, I had already bit his head off once, and so I just let the whole weekend go. I ate on his schedule, instead of mine, which means we ate 2 big meals a day, instead of the 5-6 small meals I'm accustomed to eating. I didn't like this one little bit, but I let it happen. It was my choice. I hobbled over to the scale on Saturday morning. I was 248 last Friday....I was 256 Saturday morning. An 8 lb. gain overnight. How???? It's my same old sodium issue. I hobbled back over to the scale this morning (Sunday)..and again....256 lbs. I didn't drink near enough water this weekend to flush it, so I'm sure I'll see the same thing on Tuesday morning, or close to it, which is another thing that pisses me off.....I very well may show a GAIN for the month on the final weigh-in for my challenge. It's just maddening. It makes me want to pull all my hair out and run away screaming. This is what I get for having to eat out all weekend....well, I didn't go out...he brought it in....or ordered it in....but you get what I'm saying.
Here's another thing. We're going to Cherokee, N.C. this coming Labor Day weekend. He already told me last week not to even plan on grilling out like the last time we went. He told me he doesn't want to fool with bringing a cooler....or any snacks (I usually bring my own snacks like fruit, etc so I can keep track of the calories better)....he said we're just going to go and "enjoy ourselves" and eat on the fly.....eat whatever's around....eat everything "out"....fast food and regular restaurants. (EYEROLL). Why do I even try? Seriously. Why do I keep trying? There are more roadblocks and curve balls that I can keep up with.
I know that I just have a pissy attitude right now because I've been down for the count all weekend. And I know the scale is up 8 lbs overnight. I know I'll feel better tomorrow after a night's sleep. I haven't even packed a healthy lunch and snacks for tmrw's workday yet, because I know one day won't make a difference on the scale for Tuesday morning's weigh-in. At the same time...I know that's the wrong attitude to take. I know it is. I need to turn my frown upside down, lol. What a dorky saying...but true. So............picking myself up by the boot straps AGAIN...hobbling to the kitchen....gonna' pack a healthy lunch and get this show back on the road. I might even pretend to care, lol. 'Nite everyone. :)
3 months ago