It started with my phone alarm not going off. Again. Well, it went off, but with no sound. I managed to get up and do a shorter workout. I even managed to get myself out the door.
But I've been dogged with the black clouds ever since. The number on the scale was simply awful. I'm tired of this eating healthy and fitness thing. I'm tired of it not working.
I finished up sending the department newsletter. The process is so frustrating that tears were shed today. And last week. And the week before. And I have to do it all again next summer. I'm sure that I did much of the process incorrectly. I'm waiting for someone to call and yell at me.
Somewhere in all of this I decided to become a Beach Body Coach. Don't get me wrong. I love their products. But I realized that this will go about as well as me selling Avon. Which is not well. I think I need to get out before I lose my shirt.
I've been fighting off tears for an hour now. I'm dreading stepping on the scale at my Weight Watchers meeting today. Heck, with the mood that I'm in, I'm not looking forward to interacting with the human race.
But I have to stay. And somehow I'll get through this.