My family room still isn't back together. It's like the flood made it the gift that keeps on giving. I want to give this gift back! Between full time jobs and other obligations we can't seem to get it finished. We've been working on it as much as possible for two weeks but with limited time it's taking forever (and we've had vehicle shopping in the mix too). Mr. Helen finally came home from work yesterday and said, "I took off next Friday and Sunday so that I could get 4 days in a row to just finish this room and get it back together. Plus maybe we can get the garage cleaned out too." Which means I need to take Friday off to help. I hate using my vacation days for stuff like this.
I want to believe all this uproar is not affecting me, but truthfully it is. Mentally and physically.
Definitely I've been fighting "stinking thinking" all weekend. Have felt like I was in a downward spiral that I couldn't stop.
I keep feeling resentful about food tracking and exercise. I was sooooooo busy yesterday working on our family room yet felt guilty all day long that I skipped doing any form of "exercise." That's just dumb but I couldn't shake the feeling. Then I sat down at the computer to input my food and found myself muttering and cussing and slamming the keyboard because I feel so MAD that I can't seem to get enough of a grip that I can just eat and not track and not worry that I've overdone it. For goodness sake it's just food!!
Additionally, I know for a fact my hormones are messing with me (the female ones, not the thyroid) because I can tell by the way I feel... like crying for no reason at all - or for every reason.
The key will be to get through all of this without stress eating and skipping exercise - or somehow managing to not beat myself to a pulp if I mess up. Because really, what I want to do, is go to bed and sleep. Or at least lay there and read a book while sipping on coffee. Surrounded by a cocoon of blankets and pretending that none of it is going on.
I'm tired. Pooped. Exhausted. Something's gotta give.