Alright - time to slap myself! I've had four days of being really off-track… and I mean REALLY off-track, and it stops now!
I'm p!ssed off with the landlord. She's coming here tomorrow (an hour before the 'home open') and wants to move some of my things around to cover up the flaws in HER house. She was irritable with me yesterday because, after the house being on the market for three weeks there hasn't been a single nibble from potential buyers.
How does that translate into being mad at me?
Apparently she had it in her head that the house would sell quickly - while I was still living in it, and my rent was paying her mortgage - and now things are financially "difficult" for her.
It's an old fibro house on a half block of land - and she's trying to sell it for $750,000. Pfft! Doesn't take an Einstein to work out the reason for the lack of interest.
Anyway I made a promise to myself this morning that I won't let her or anyone else railroad me from my weight loss. Today I'm going to eat 1500 calories or less, drink 2L of water and walk 10,000 steps. And I'm going to use my 'angry energy' to pack a whole room. The landlord wants fresh flowers on the table and a cake baking in the oven when people come through tomorrow… as long as she provides it she can knock herself out.
My contribution will be another mountain of packed boxes