The Skinny on Me

To say that today (er, this week) has just been on those days (weeks), would be the understatement of the century. Right now, I feel like crap. I feel like crawling into bed and never ever resurfacing. I feel like a whale. I feel like I have yet another low-blood sugar headache coming on (that would make for my third one … today). 

It’s been a few days since I last posted anything. I’d like to say that I’ve been doing particularly well following my letter to myself. Well, we all know that’s probably not the case. Cause it isn’t. It’s safe to say that I fell off the bandwagon this weekend, and the turmoil is spilling out into this week. There goes my 169 by Thanksgiving hopes and ambitions. 

In all honesty, I didn’t even weigh myself Sunday or Monday or Tuesday, and now I won’t have the opportunity for an early morning weigh in until after Thanksgiving. In addition to avoiding the scale, I also have been avoiding my running shoes, despite the fact that I am supposed to run a 5k on Tgiving. 

First, I was hungover Saturday. Then, I opted for gay brunch and mimosas instead of running Sunday. Next, I was too tired, too blah to go running Monday. Then, I had an early morning networking breakfast and dinner plans Tuesday. Now it’s Wednesday. 

In all fairness, as of this morning, I was planning on skipping my networking thing tonight so I could run before skeeball. But as I mentioned, it’s not even 1:30 and I already feel my third LBS headache coming on. I don’t want to give up on running or my run today, but as of right now, I feel like crap. 

In better news, I have yet to drink my two drink rule since Monday. That’s two days of two drinks or less (I didn’t even have anything to drink on Monday). Woot, woot!