Today I'm having a fat day. It's not that I've particularly gained — if anything, I've lost a little — but I'm making no progress towards my goal. My mother's asked me twice if I'm pregnant, which is her subtle way of saying that if I'm not, I'm looking fat. Yay.
It's been a rough week. Fight with the husband, fight with the best friend, husband having some family emergencies that require his attention... the whole situation sucks. Unfortunately it's also our town's 4th of July Celebration, just yards from my office door, so there's crowds of people everywhere and the town is in uproar. It's hot, and I'm not sure I feel like walking in it, as nice as it'd be to get out.
I'm in a mood, aren't I?
I have a lot of work to do, to change my attitudes and improve my relationships. Lately, since I started on the Lexapro, I've been up to the challenge, but the past few weeks I've been crumbling, and today I have no motivation at all. I haven't had much personal time and no real routine, so I think it's all adding up.
I should be posting this on my blog, but I can't face my readers today either. Sigh.





