Wednesday, February 13, 2013
This week has been a sick week. Really, it was my husband who was sick. Iím never fortunate enough to be all-the-way sick. I just get to feel lousy whilst having no real excuse to call into work.
Iíve played hooky from school the past two days to be home taking care of my hubby and waiting for the full illness to hit me; (It still has not.) and pretty much KILLING my diet and hard work in the process. I brought home all these goodies and sick-y foods for my husband. You know: saltines, ginger ale, OreosÖ the usual. And I, single handedly, am now responsible for the demise of half a pack of double stuffed Oreo cookies. (Minus 2; after out binge we somehow could not choke down the last 2 cookies. They are still in their bag on my coffee tableÖ shaming me.)
So Iím feeling sufficiently lousy about my goals right now. Today was my weight in day, and I (not surprisingly) have added back one of those pounds that took me two weeks to lose. Itís very upsetting. I think the worst part is not having anyone to blame but myself. Being sick is not an excuse to go food crazyÖ if anything, I should eat BETTER when Iím feeling puke-ish. But I did not. And now I have to ďstartĒ all over.
Whine, whine, whine. Complain, complain.