So last week was slack-tacular. Those cupcakes really threw me off my game. Well, the whole week was an odd mesh of craziness. Some things I can't really go into here, but they were all good, and I hope that means some good changes are coming my way soon. If that's the case, then you will all hear about it pretty soon. But craziness, good or bad, ends up throwing off my routine. And slacking on my routine spells disaster for me and being consistent.

My legs and hip were oddly sore during the week. This terrified me a bit because the last thing I want to do is wind up hurt again with random pains, so I didn't exercise Wednesday. Or Thursday. I finally got on the bike Saturday and it was HARD. I only ended up going for about 7 miles and it took about 10 minutes for me to hit my stride. I only missed one bike workout and two total workouts, so I really don't know why it was that hard. All I know is that tonight is my 15-mile ride, and I need to just suck it up and get it done.

And my food choices weren't much better. B and I celebrated Valentine's Day and our 1 year anniversary this past weekend, and I decided to cook steaks for dinner. We also had bacon/brownie sundaes 2 nights in a row. And there was sushi. And pizza. And Five Guys on Friday.

I know, I know. I feel like crap mentally AND physically. I think part of the problem was I skipped a week of a medication I've been taking and it really affects the whore-moans. So I think that's why I took such a nosedive mentally and physically. I'm also worrying over a lot of "what ifs" in my future and while I know that I don't need to think about those right now, I am a recovering worrier and it's easy to slip back into old habits.

Not to mention an awkward encounter with my ex-husband's mother and sister. While B was with me. An encounter in which both of them hugged me and mentioned how much they missed having me in their lives and involved with my ex-stepson, who has an autistic-spectrum disorder. Apparently he is really struggling and from my ex-MIL he is in a chaotic situation with her chaotic, idiotic son (her words, not mine). I mean, what do you say to that, especially with your boyfriend right there beside you? Yeah...I just tried to be as positive as possible. I mean, I adored his family and I'm still friends with most of them on Facebook. But what's done is done and while I appreciate that they still think the world of me, I do not like to be reminded of my ex and that hellacious portion of my life. It also wasn't great hearing that my ex-SS is still suffering because my ex hasn't changed either.

This did not help my mood, and it made me angry that B and I were having such a fabulous weekend before that happened. Though he did say after we got in my car that if way down the road we were to break up, he promises his mother won't try to hug me in Wal-mart. *snort*

Anyways, I managed to surprise B with the steaks and the sundaes and he kind of panicked because he didn't have a lot planned for me. Which was fine by me...I'm not a jewelry/candy kind of gal (and didn't want the candy because I have enough issues with avoiding candy). I got more enjoyment out of surprising him. However, when he said, "I'm a pretty lucky guy to have you." I said, "Yes, yes you are."