Wednesday, May 15, 2013
So Day One of my Juice Fast has been surprisingly fine. But that's not what I'm unhappy about.
I weighed myself this morning and I'm at an all-time new high weight of 203.2. I actually wasn't that irritated because I knew that I was starting my juice fast and that I was going to also start training on my Couch to 5K program. So as the day progressed at work, my underwear, legs, and pants were all rubbing really weird on the very, very tops of my inner thighs, almost where my legs reach my butt. Anyway, because of all this rubbing, I have these HUGE blisters on that delicate skin. I mean, these are like the size of a whole finger. They are incredibly painful. I am literally sitting on an ice pack right now. Back up a bit...as soon as I got home, I noticed that almost all of my veggies burned up in the sun today. All my lettuces are gone, my spinach is essentially gone, and the one tomato that had come up was gone. I know I'm forgetting one or two other things as well. I was so excited...I had several things coming up and now I have almost nothing. And because of my stupid FAT legs rubbing together, I have these gigantic blisters so I couldn't go to the gym. (What am I going to do, walk more? Tear the blisters wide open, which will probably happen at work tomorrow anyway?) Husband even told me that I really don't need to be working out (especially running) right now anyway, because I still haven't gotten new shoes. I'm wearing this OLD pair of beat-up, cheap shoes that are all cracked and totally flat on the inside. So I got home, saw my poor plants, what's left of them anyway, then took a shower. I just cried. I feel like I can't do anything right. I feel like there are all these things that I want to do, but I just can't seem to make any of them work out. I'm just feeling incredibly frustrated and sad and disappointed.
And hungry. I need to make my juice for tonight's "dinner," and guess what the rest of the family is having? Spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread. That's one of my FAVORITE meals. I can SMELL the garlic bread wafting from the kitchen into my bedroom. I make a mean garlic bread, too. After my shower, I did the load of laundry that I always do on Wednesday's, started dinner, and told Husband he'd have to finish making dinner (just make the pasta and stick the bread in the oven). I grabbed an ice pack the size of a laptop and stuck it between my legs. I am just so dang irritated right now I could scream.
I really need to go make some juice, but I think I'll make that after they've had dinner and have put everything away. I honestly don't even want to see food tonight. It was hard enough seeing two meals and a snack at school today...but those don't hold a candle to Mama's Spaghetti Dinner with Salad and Garlic Bread. **drool**