Todays blog is going to be short. I think… it depends on my rant.
I am so annoyed with myself. Today started out with me feeling blah. I just was not in the mood for anything, I don’t know… I was just not feelin it. But… I had to keep my runstreak strong so I got on the treadmill with the hope of getting 3 miles in. I say hope because every step was a struggle, I didn’t even want to exercise to begin with, I so wanted to stop and just sit and be lazy. That is one of the cons of a treadmill, it is so easy to quit. Somehow I gathered self-will to not only run 3 miles but 5. What?! Don’t mind me for patting myself of the back.
This is where it goes south. I was doing so well all day and then 6 o’clock came along…. My husband wasn’t home yet and the kids were driving me nuts, so what was my solution… Eat. Why? Why? Why? How dumb is that. Right now I am so full I it hurts, and even more crabby than when I woke up. Dumb. I guess the one positive about all of this, this is the first time I have done this in awhile. This used to be MO, so I guess it's good that this happens less and less frequently, but I am still upset that I did this. AHHHHHHH!!!
A clean state starting now. Not tomorrow, this does not mean I can gorge myself the rest of the night.