Monday, August 27, 2012
So, I came back from my run yesterday - a not so great run; my stopwatch quit about 3/4 of the way through, it was uncomfortably hot, and I was feeling like my "get up and go" got up and went. I just couldn't seem to find that place where you get past the "I really want to quit now" spot.
As I was stretching in my driveway, my neighbor came over under the guise of being concerned about my husband looking for my daughter. She stood in my driveway and verbally assaulted me, accusing me of all kinds of things that were completely unreasonable, unfounded, and even crazy sounding. Without going in depth and getting side tracked, it was very upsetting. She was so rapid fire with her accusations that I couldn't get a word in edgewise to try to reason with her. I feel bad for her because her marriage is over, and she's functioning as a single parent. But, that certainly does not give her the right to come over and take crap out on me.
And what did I do with all of this? Went in the house, and fed my face.
I've never thought of myself as an emotional eater, but I guess I have that tendency. How completely frustrating.