Depressed days...
Every once in a blue moon, no pun intended, I have depressed days. Today is one of those days. These days never string together to form weeks or months, but instead are unexpected blemishes on my calendar.
I woke up feeling drained, exhausted, despite the full 8 hours of sleep I had just gotten. I blame dehydration. After upping the fiber and veggies in my diet my body decided to rebel with four days without a bowel movement. I resorted Sat and Sun to taking some Phillips, just to get things going. If I remember properly milk of magnesia is one of those laxative that works by drawing water into the intestines, which if you are not drinking ample water will dehydrate you fairly quickly. The tense headache when I awoke this morning was the dead dehydration giveaway. Luckily I had about 25 minute more of "get ready" time this morning due to some out of office training. As I trudged upstairs, to let the dog out to do his business I came to the sudden realization where the extra 25 minutes would be spent. Mother nature decided to blanket the ground in fluff white snow. I cursed the still falling white clouds of snow, as I set out to finish my morning routine.
I made it to the training with only 2 minutes to spare. Michiganders for some reason have no clue as to how to react to the snow when operating an automobile. I caught myself yawning at least 5 times during the training class. I drank cup after cup of coffee with some water interlaced in there, and nothing yet has helped. This funk is drawing me further down. At this point I just want to go home and crawl back into bed. Something tells me that my husband and his new drum set will prevent that from happening.
I feel like a failure today. Still fat and sloppy hoping to maybe make changes, still knowing that I can try, but probably won't succeed.
Tomorrow I will probably come to my senses and delete this whole entry, seeing it in a new light for the complete nonsense that it is. But for now, just for now; today. I will freely wallow in this desolate pit. Perhaps from here I will have a new perspective of where it is that I can go from here.
On a positive note, I made homemade lemon rice soup this weekend and it was the bomb.
Anyhow. I am going to try to motivate myself out of the foul mood.
I woke up feeling drained, exhausted, despite the full 8 hours of sleep I had just gotten. I blame dehydration. After upping the fiber and veggies in my diet my body decided to rebel with four days without a bowel movement. I resorted Sat and Sun to taking some Phillips, just to get things going. If I remember properly milk of magnesia is one of those laxative that works by drawing water into the intestines, which if you are not drinking ample water will dehydrate you fairly quickly. The tense headache when I awoke this morning was the dead dehydration giveaway. Luckily I had about 25 minute more of "get ready" time this morning due to some out of office training. As I trudged upstairs, to let the dog out to do his business I came to the sudden realization where the extra 25 minutes would be spent. Mother nature decided to blanket the ground in fluff white snow. I cursed the still falling white clouds of snow, as I set out to finish my morning routine.
I made it to the training with only 2 minutes to spare. Michiganders for some reason have no clue as to how to react to the snow when operating an automobile. I caught myself yawning at least 5 times during the training class. I drank cup after cup of coffee with some water interlaced in there, and nothing yet has helped. This funk is drawing me further down. At this point I just want to go home and crawl back into bed. Something tells me that my husband and his new drum set will prevent that from happening.
I feel like a failure today. Still fat and sloppy hoping to maybe make changes, still knowing that I can try, but probably won't succeed.
Tomorrow I will probably come to my senses and delete this whole entry, seeing it in a new light for the complete nonsense that it is. But for now, just for now; today. I will freely wallow in this desolate pit. Perhaps from here I will have a new perspective of where it is that I can go from here.
On a positive note, I made homemade lemon rice soup this weekend and it was the bomb.
Anyhow. I am going to try to motivate myself out of the foul mood.