Who Let In the Fat Kid?

Whoa nelly!

Okay, the fat kid came out to play last night.  She's been knocking on my door all week and I finally gave in.  This week has been a tough one.  Dearest left to go out of town for two weeks (with no available contact) and I averaged maybe three hours of sleep a night.  Due to unforeseen circumstances I wound up working a double shift (my normal shift is ten hours) and going from second shift to third shift back to second shift.  Needless to say I'm still not sure what day it is.

All week I survived solely on caffeine and sugar. oh and fast food.  *YIKES*

I haven't gone within three feet of the bathroom scale.

I know I'm horribly dehydrated because all I drank was soda and various energy drinks.  I also reunited with Little Debbie.  Oh the horror.  I've also been spending lots of quality time with "John".  You know, the porcelain one.

I've felt horrible the past few days, I even called in sick tonight.  I've worked there for over a year and have never missed a day, never even taken a vacation day.  The combination of lack of sleep, both from over working, crazy shifts and from over caffeination along with the sudden influx of sugar equals the feeling of being poo spread on melba toast.

So today I alternated trips to visit John with quality bed time.  However, I woke up once to realize the dog had pushed me over and had taken over my pillow.  Greedy animal.

I haven't told you the really fat part though.

Feeling so cruddy starts a cycle for me.  So when I got off work I decided to go to the grocery store.  I've been having some issues with a very dry nose and was going to pick up some vaseline - you know what else jumped into my cart? ....

A twelve pack of mini one bite cupcakes.

Oh and a box of macaroni which I put back once to look for a bigger size, then picked back up.

...and some bananas - okay that wasn't so painful.

The Bryers ice cream I struggled with.  Should I get coffee fudge brownie or Heath?  That one took a good five minutes and I'm still not sure what I wound up with.

I came home, decimated all but three of the cupcakes (which I polished off for breakfast along with a bowl of golden grahams by the way) and a small frozen party pizza while watching t.v. episodes on Hulu.

Holy crap how did the fat kid get in the door?!?

So today, while getting dressed I noticed I look like a duck.  All the bloating, the lethargy, the crankiness, I think it's time for a detox.  It's time to kick the fat kid out and let the door hit her on her very padded ass on the way out.

Anyone have any detox suggestions?

A Particular Shade of Blue

It's offical.  I've been horrible this week.  Not only have I been horrible, but I've felt horrible too.  I'm also eating a Little Debbie Devil Square right now, inbetween sentences. 

My birthday was about five days ago, and I pretty much gave myself license to eat what I wished.  Well, not really.  The first night we went out I did well.  I made healthy choices.  Then dear sweet grandmother told the waitress it was my birthday.  You know what that means?  Ice cream.  Covered in chocolate deliciousness and delightful whipped cream.  The three of us split it, thankfully.

Then seeing as how my birthday coinsides with cinco de mayo, there was mexican food.  Lots of yummy cheese sauce, then my mother's strawberry cake - which a quarter of was sent home with me.  I decided if I just ate the rest of it at one sitting it would be gone - out of the way, no more temptation.  Wow.  I was really ready to puke after that.  I think that's when I started feeling super crummy. 

I got a Garmin Forunner for my birthday, which I'm excited about.  Sadly I've only used it once.  That's because I've been super duper slack and disgustingly lazy.  True story.  I think I pushed myself a little too hard on my last run to increase my speed and wound up with a very angry hamstring - just one mind you.  So I decided I needed to take an extra day to rest.  That extra day has lasted about four days now.

I've been so tired lately, probably from the enormous influx of sugars and refined carbs that I haven't been able to get myself out of bed to go run.  Dearest being gone for work hasn't helped much either.

Dearest boyfriend (who should really be more than that by now) has a job that entails him being out of town and out of reach for fourteen days at a time.  Then once he returns home he's home and off work for thirty days.  Needless to say I get a bit spoiled during those thirty days and when he leaves I get a bit.. blueish.  So does our dog, bless her heart.  You've never seen a dog who mopes as much as this one when dearest isn't there to constantly torment her.

So in whole - I've been in a pretty sour mood lately.  I even made a mental list today on the drive to work of things that bother me.  I thought maybe this would help me get to the root of my eating gorge fests. 

I think all it really proved was that I have a lot of pent up hostility when I drive... and road rage, lots of road rage.  Oh well.

Thank goodness tomorrow is another day.  Another chance for a fresh start.