So, I got fired.
I'm being melodramatic. I didn't get fired, I just got.... streamlined, I guess. I was demoted to "focus on the things I do really really well" and "leave the menial stuff to someone else." But that someone else got my job as chair of our committee and now I'm just the editor.
Anyway.
I cried, and I dug out frozen pound cake that I swear I had no idea was in the house until I started digging. Then I had one of my kids' ice cream bars at lunch, and then I had an Arby's sandwich for lunch. (mindfully skipped the fries and coke, just had the sandwich, but still.) I sort of chose to spiral.
I did go work out still, and I did drink all my water, and I did have the planned dinner with lots of veggies, but I let my day go into the crapper and I totally knew it.
Tomorrow is a new day. And I still have a job where I'm still a board member, these are all good things. I just had a tiny little pity party. I'm posting it here in the name of accountability and honesty.
OOH and I got fitted for new running shoes today. I'm really excited about that. It was crazy to see how horribly my ankles were rolling in when I ran on their little treadmill with the camera. No wonder my feet hurt. Hopefully my sweet new shoes will get my spirits back up when they come in on Monday.
