Today was an incredibly sunny, warm day, but kind of poopy in general. Not a total wash, but just, meh.
- Jeb didn't sleep well last night = I didn't sleep well last night = sluggish morning = not the greatest start to the day.
+ Story Time at the library rocked, as usual, and thank God, because if not for that motivation we might have wasted the entire day.
- I have some kind of infected cyst on my forehead. It hurts, and it's swollen, and it's embarrassing. I have a derm appt for tomorrow, but I'm worried that either 1.)I won't be taken seriously, or 2.)There will have to be some sort of procedure that will leave me looking ridiculous. Oh, and husband didn't offer the exact kind of support I was looking for this morning, which left me choking back tears, and on self pity. Awesome.
- Hormonally this isn't the best time. For some reason CD5-CD7 are always very very low for me. (shrugs)
+ Jeb and I bought an S-load of fruit. It was on my to do list, and dammit, I bought the hell out of some fruit.
- I haven't been running in since Thursday. Very, very bad. And we ate Chinese food last night. So now I'm bloated, and sluggish, and all I've fallen off the wagon! Why even bother?! I'm so fat and lame! And I have a CYST on my FOREHEAD! I sound so fun to be around, don't I?
+/- I've been on vacation for the last 5 nights, and have 2 more. I'm already sad that it's winding down, but thrilled to still have a couple of nights off. I want these last evenings to be fantastic, not full of, well, me. like this.
- If I can't find my way out of this mood, I'll feel guilty which will be like Shit Frosting on Barf Cake.
I really prefer terrific days to poop days.
Here's to hoping: I get a decent run in this evening which completely revitalizes my mood, and that half of my face doesn't have to get cut off tomorrow. fx.
(eta: Didn't get a run in because Husband didn't get home early enough (-), but he did bring me flowers because he knew I was feeling down (+). )