This has been a rough week.
I have managed to get SOME sleep, via piling up stacks of pillows and sleeping on an incline. It’s not comfortable, and I’m not getting ENOUGH sleep, but it’s better than none, like I got Monday night.
It feels like the gall bladder is still in there and making me miserable, I swear it does. And everyone’s got a theory. The most common at the moment is hiatal hernia. All I know is, I feel rotten, and exhausted. I haven’t managed to get a workout in since Sunday, because even when I think I’m going to be OK, I end up feeling crappy or in pain or both. Right now it’s both.
I don’t know what to do.
When I eat, I feel crappy. When I don’t, I feel worse. Coffee hurts something fierce. Gluten-free doesn’t seem to be helping me a whole lot, but then, gluten wasn’t helping, either.
Here’s your screenshot for yesterday.
All things considered, I really don’t feel I did that badly. I beat some of my goals. I did badly with food. I was still hungry after lunch, and ate a Glutino Cherry Breakfast bar. I was still hungry after dinner, too, and had not only a Klondike 100 calorie bar but also a mug of Cinnamon Chex.
I accomplished very little last night, aside from grocery shopping. And even then, I managed to forget things, that I will now have to go back for. If by some miracle I stop feeling like warmed over butt, I’ll get a workout in tonight, but I wouldn’t put a lot of money on that. Failing that, I’ll make a start on the copper clay.
Sorry. I know this isn’t very motivational or interesting or entertaining. I’m feeling really discouraged and angry and ill, and I’m having no luck trying to make myself not feel that way.
My business minicards came, and they look pretty kick-butt, so I’m pleased about that. I finally got a call back with the answer I needed regarding my taxes, so I can finish them off and file; that’s good news. I’m still waiting on the mortgage pre-approval guy; he was supposed to call me yesterday and didn’t, so I called him today. He was too busy for me, and said he’d call tomorrow. If he doesn’t, I’m going to be pretty PO’ed.
Let’s be fair; I’m pretty PO’ed, now; that’ll just increase the pissy.
Sorry I couldn’t be more upbeat today, folks. Hopefully soon.
Have a good one.