Morning everyone, nothing much here. I'm up and ready for work a little too early but I'm not leaving until I have to. April, have a safe trip home. Sherry, take it easy and hopefully you'll feel better.
My scale was mean this morning. Said I gained a pound and in my head, I know that's impossible but man did it bug me. I thought I was going to stomp it into never-never land. I had expected to see a loss and now I feel fat. Talk about mind games. So I'm trying to tell myself to be reasonable - I didn't overeat I actually underate all week - but it is hard. I bet many of you can relate with that.
I had a lousy day yesterday and I'm hoping that today will be better. I did tell DS1 that both his dad and I resented that he wasn't working on his room and that just made me feel worse. So much for honesty. I did help DS2 with his FAFSA application last night so there's getting a bridge between us.
I keep wondering if I'm overreacting to stuff because I'm off meds or am I "justified" in feeling the way I do. Does that make any sense? I'm feeling really insecure right now. Okay enough intospection.
I'm taking next Monday off and DH and I are going to go over the mountain and return some of the stuff we bought for the room. I think we'll do lunch and everything. So 3 days of work left and then another long weekend.
Sorry about the depressing post - just be thankful I didn't write yesterday afternoon.
