My week was continuing fairly crap, which is to say that nothing was as bad as Monday but I'd have preferred Tuesday to be a damn sight more better than it turned out to be. Wednesday morning I felt rotten when I woke up, so I took a sick day and invited people to send me tasks I could accomplish at home, if there were any. And I even monitored the e-mail!, but nobody sent me a thing. I did go up to curling, because it was too late to find a spare -- and a situation I don't really want to talk much about because it's nothing at all but it's all in my head just got EVEN WORSE, damn it. And we won our game, but we won it ugly, and I was still grouchy, and feh.
But I did hop on the scale just now before going to bed, and hey, who knew that a whole day of mainly sitting on the couch eating ice cream and pretzels would be enough to kick-start the weight loss and thus the mood back in the right directions (downward and upward, respectively)?
We'll see how the mood is in the morning, of course. But still.
But I did hop on the scale just now before going to bed, and hey, who knew that a whole day of mainly sitting on the couch eating ice cream and pretzels would be enough to kick-start the weight loss and thus the mood back in the right directions (downward and upward, respectively)?
We'll see how the mood is in the morning, of course. But still.