Monday, May 13, 2013
Thank Jesus that the scale is moving down. It honestly made me feel better to see 189.7 this morning. Even though its just 0.3# from 190, that made all the difference to my silly head.
So, back on the plan for one week + shark week bloat gone = down three pounds.
This weekend was a roller coaster of emotions. Friday I ate well-ish. I ate my veggies. Got my lunch comped because they overcooked my tuna steak (mmm... tuna steak!) and made it home. My mom was sick so she didnít want to see me really to ďnot get me sick.Ē She actually told me to get away from her... she was in a mood. TJ met us at the restaurant, but we were late since my older sister was not ready at all. She then flipped out that she was not perfectly done up since she used to work at this place, so she popped a Valium. *shakes head*
My poor dad had worked third shift so he was exhausted. We had to wait like 25 minutes for a table, so we had a bit to drink. It was okay. I ate a big salad before dinner, and only have a few slices of pizza that were small. TJ put away some pizza ;-) Beth ate a salad, and practically an entire pizza herself and talked constantly because of the pills she was on. It was annoying to say the least.
After that we had cake and ice milk at the house. I ate it. It was awesome. But it was a small cake and my mom ate half of it, so I didnít do too badly on that.
Saturday I made breakfast and basically headed to the ballgame since it was so nice out and I slept in. TJ got us tickets close to the third baseline for the game. It was nice, but hot and sunny out. I forgot sunscreen of course, so Iím a little red now. Luckily my foundation had sunscreen in it or Iíd be annoyed at having to buy new foundation (I tan easily). So once my burned cleavage heals up (yep... that happened) I should be good to go.
While we were at the game the sh*t hit the fan. My mom was in a mood. My oldest sister left the house bitching and screaming... and then my mom started... also the reason to leave for the game early... Basically my mom is still really annoyed that my stuff is still in the garage and her house is a mess. Her house is always a mess. My stuff isnít that badóshe has crap EVERYWHERE she needs to organize, but instead she vents everything on me and my dad. Its just emotionally abusive right now since she gets really depressed with SAD in the spring and not winter like most people. Iím trying to avoid it, but its definitely a huge trigger for emotional eating that Iím dealing with right now.
By the time we got home though she had passed out from drinking so I packed an overnight bag and stayed at TJs place. Ended up cooking his mom a motherís day breakfast instead of my own. Iíve had a few texts from my mom since then, but Iím honestly just trying to stay away from her at this point. I donít need her drama dragging me down right now. And I will work on my stuff... she seriously throws a hissy fit anytime I choose to spend time with TJ, even if it is on my birthday or going to a game (which was a birthday present). *sigh*
Iím used to it. It sucks. BUT I stayed healthy this week and lost weight.
Now I just need to keep doing that AND find a job!