Last week was a barrel of suckage. There wasn't anything that bad, especially compared to what other people go through, but it was plenty to send me over the edge!
Archer is experiencing some health issues. My SUV failed inspection, requiring another appointment and lots of $$$. Then my phone decided to screw up, and in an electronic conspiracy, so did my Garmin! Despite all this, I stayed away from eating out of boredom or frustration or anger.
Friday arrived and I got on the scale and weighed exactly the same. How is this possible I asked while throwing a temper tantrum. I immediately got the "fuck its" and proceeded to justify poor choices because "it clearly doesn't matter that I eat well!"
Have you seen that meme about not continuing the downhill slide comparing it to not intentionally popping your other 3 tires if you get one flat? Well, to continue that metaphor, I not only shredded the other 3 tires, but I took a baseball bat and smashed the windshield and then continued the destruction by using a box cutter on the interior.
As an added bonus, yesterday was a holiday so I got a full long weekend to drag out my destruction.
I sit here tonight angry and full of self-pity. Why do I make these choices? And will I be shocked on Friday when the scale reflects my behavior??
I'll get up tomorrow and try again. I haven't run out of new days to try again - at least not yet!
On a more positive note, the weather wasn't great, but I was able to get a couple runs in with the dogs. They have had cabin fever, and were thrilled to be outside and getting some fresh air and exercise!!
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