I woke up this morning with a sore throat and that weird head cold feeling. Not to mention the fact that I spent the night with the Captain last night and my kids woke me up before the crack of dawn. This is why I prefer not to drink when the kids are home - the morning comes too early. I’m not hungover, I just don’t feel good (yes I am whining!)

This cannot be happening. I can’t afford to be sick right now. We are supposed to be pulling the flooring out of our house today. I can’t take time off of work because we are now down 2 people in our department due to layoffs and I don’t want to lose MY job. I need to start seriously packing, I have to go to the new house to do laundry since our dryer is broken, I have to do all my usual chores on top of the stuff we are doing at the house. I go to NY in 2 weeks (YAY!) and I need to be better by then. I need to be able to go to the gym this week because I didn’t do ANYTHING- ANYTHING this past week.

Why does it seem that when we begin to make progress in our weight loss efforts, somethign comes along to sabatoge us? I was thisclose to Onederland and I feel it is a little further away right now. I know it will come off eventually, but I wanted to be under 200 by the time I went to NY. It’s not unattainable yet, but I definitely need to do some work to get there in 2 weeks.

And tiny2b: I think I am finally caught up with back episodes and ready to see the new one on Monday. One question: OMG - HE BIT HER!! I mean, I knew it would happen eventually, but I figured they’d drag it out a bit. And that damn collie really creeps me out.