It all really started last night. Heather wanted a snack after dinner. And we were all out of her pudding I usually make her. So I said "you can have that Skinny Cow ice cream sandwich in the fridge" (it was the last one. The last one that I had been dreaming about all day).
I DIDNT THINK SHE WOULD ACTUALLY EAT IT! (and granted, she asked me about 8 times if I was SURE I didnt want it)
So she did eat it. And then afterwards said ,"That was not good. It tasted like dirt".
WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME? I GAVE YOU A PIECE OF FROZEN ORGASM AND YOU DIDNT EVEN ENJOY IT?!?!
Of course, I didnt say this out loud...but from there on...it was down hill. I hated the dogs, I hated the tv, I still hated my ass.
I actually slept okay though...but then woke up hostile.
And it has continued.
SUCK IT WEDNESDAY! EAT ME.
Anyways, working the plan still. Circuit yesterday with an appetizer of a mile on the treadmill. Bootcamp this morning. Circuit in the morning tomorrow, and then a run sometime before Monday. Still not drinking my calories. Still drinking my water. Trying to eat a "clean" as possible. Little by little.
But don't be confused...this has not bolstered my spirits.
I HATE KITTENS...AND SUNSHINE...AND SWEET OLD PEOPLE.