I wandered away. I haven't recorded my food for days. I haven't officially exercised in I don't know how long...and I've paid the price for it. My jeans are a little more snug. My head's a little cloudy. My skin isn't glowing. I'm a mess really.
You should have seen the food I was eating! I have a friend who is a Nutrition professor, and she says, "There are no GOOD foods or BAD foods," but I think she may be lying about that. I definitely ate some bad food.
You are what you eat, Sparkers...and you don't want to be the food I ate. I don't want to be the food I ate either.
So, it's back to the grind. I think I can get back to the straight and narrow now.
This whole last month has been filled with stupid family drama, work drama, and school drama. My little brother, who I mentioned before, is still struggling with anxiety and eating disorders. It was time to sign him up to go back to college. He fought me tooth and nail until last night. He gave in, and we're signing him up this afternoon. My coworkers are, as usual, a neurotic and vicious bundle of craziness. The coworker who makes snide comments about my weight, has been making a big deal about how she's riding in this big bike race this week...and how she's so tired from training, and how I'm so lucky to be able to eat whatever I want and be lazy.
I took a class this semester, as I sometimes do. It's a studio watercolor class. I figured it would be fairly relaxing. NO. It's like art on crank. I feel like when I walk through the door, suddenly I'm thrown into a blender, and then spit out after 2.5 hours. It's good for me to be in a demanding class. I have an art degree, and I tend to rest on my laurels quite a bit, BUT dang...this class is insane. And there's one student who absolutely gets under my skin. She's smug. I hate smug. She's also mean to the other students. I don't tolerate that nonsense. So, I feel like it's my job to keep her from making other people cry.
To top it all off, my husband is still all wrapped up in his aggro attitude.
So, there's just no port in a storm.
These are the things that drove me to make excuses about eating crap and not exercising. I'm done with that now. It's time to get back to work.
Be strong Sparkers...even if you don't want to!