Thursday, August 06, 2009
Boy did I ever have one last night!
It was one of those days. The night before last, we discovered the air conditioner was suddenly on the fritz. By the morning, it was pretty hot and humid in here! And then a whole string of things happened--none major--that went wrong. Our dog's skin condition, which we thought this mucho expensive food had finally cleared up, resurfaced, more talks about the inlaw stuff, husband has a late-night coughing fit, fitful sleep, terrible, terrible dreams. And then I spent the day painting and DRENCHED with sweat from the heat in the house--only to discover the paint won't fully dry, it's so humid! And the air conditioning? Not fixed. We're looking at Friday, at best. And before having done a single repair, our bill so far is $189 (that's just for having the guy come out and say "yep, there's a problem."). All of those relatively minor frustrations added up to me in one big heap of stress last night.
So I confess I didn't handle it well. I handled it with beer and pizza! I wish I'd been of a better state of mind and could have rationally realized that abusing my body wasn't going to make any of these frustrations go away or make any of these stressors any less... well, stressful. But I didn't. I wasn't in that state of mind. I was in a state of mind where the only rightful cure seemed to be beer and pizza. Whatever. I did it, it's over and done, and I'm over it. I'm moving on and back on track this morning, and that's what counts. I don't feel like it's likely I went SO terribly over my calorie range--not like those couple weeks in July, anyway.
And I'm frustrated with myself that I've been so worked up over the AC not working. I mean, people lived for centuries without air conditioning. And people still do. It's the combination of being frustrated that a stupid appliance has this much bearing on my comfort, and that I sweat more than any human should already--let alone when it's 88 degrees and humid. I'm almost... frustrated with myself for being frustrated. ha.
Anyway, I'm going to suck it up. Today the goal will be to keep cool both in terms of my temperature and my temper. And drink more water since I didn't drink NEARLY enough yesterday to make up for the fluid loss--AND decided to drink BEER on top of THAT. Today WILL be a better day because I'm going to make it one. No more temper tantrums. And next time, may my temper tantrum take the shape of a good workout and a cold shower--and NOT beer and pizza, ha.