Ugh, I'm feeling lamer than usual. My first work out with the trainer went so good I'm still hurting, mostly in my arms. It's feeling slightly better today though so quit wussing, right? I'm going to celebrate Alyse's birthday tonight with a massage and a piece of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory - there, I said it.
I'm also planning on swimming laps tonight so I'm hoping that if I don't go over board at dinner (no guarantees) I won't completely negate my whole day. Trying to be positive today because lately life has been tough.
Isn't it amazing how hard life can be sometimes? I'm an emotional eater and when I feel down, food tries to act as a buffer. It doesn't make me feel better, actually it makes me feel worse when I'm done eating like shit. Why do I do it? That's a good question, one that will have to have an answer or I will be fat forever.
Last night after an extraordinarily dull City Council meeting (imagine that) I was feeling a little blue. I could have wallowed in it - I wallow well - but I turned up the radio as loud as I could to the peppiest song I could find and I started to feel better. It was amazing. I decided we don't have enough happy music around our house and that needs to change.
I am going swimming tonight after my date with cheesecake and I plan to swim for an hour. Yay for me. I love swimming and am actually looking forward to it.
I'm also a little freaked out that I put my actual weight on the internet for anyone to see. Brave or stupid? I guess admitting is the first step to being free but it makes me nervous. Hmmm....