It's been a rough few weeks. I feel like every random virus that comes my way seems to catch me. I have a little bit of the sniffles and I didn't sleep well last night, so I'll be working from home today and trying to get out of my funk.
Yesterday I went to check on some things at my old house on the way home from work (adding another 1.5 hours in the car) and stopped at Target to pick up some cleaning supplies. And bought a multipack of single-serving bags of Goldfish crackers, since I was hungry and it was going to be a while before I got anything real to eat. So what a surprise that I ate three packages as I drove down the highway, while listening to a Jillian Michaels podcast. I share this story to show how cracked up I am lately.
I'm still trudging along, and have various things in the works. A couple I can't really discuss until I know how they turn out. Hopefully some of them work out in my favor and my load will lighten a little.
Needless to say, my most recent weight-loss efforts aren't going well. I sort of give myself an out because everything else is so muddled, which isn't necessarily in my best interest. The weight worries are in the background, but they're there. The other day I heard a voice in my head asking if I really wanted to get myself back up to 200 pounds before I made a change. No. I don't.
So keep me in your thoughts, if you could, and hope that I find a little sanity in my day.