Wish I had some cheese to go with my whine.
Sometimes, when I'm really extra stressed, or my anxiety is through the roof, my mind/body shuts down completely, and goes into hibernation mode. That's what happened today. On top of money stress, Dan & I had a blow-out this morning, and about 20 minutes after I made my post, I fell asleep in my little recliner, and didn't wake up, AT ALL, until 4:30pm, or nearly 8 hours later. When I finally went upstairs to pee, the seat was still up, from when Dan had last used it, which was around quarter to 8am. I hate when this happens. It's kind of like a slower, extended version of what happens to those "fainting goats".
Tomorrow is supposed to be weigh-in #4 at Weight Watchers, and I don't have the stupid fee. I'm also fairly certain I've gained back the initial weight I lost, which is entirely my fault. I need to refocus, and stick to counting the damn points. :( So I'm angry and disappointed with myself.
Today I suggested maybe Dan should stay at his mom's for a week or so, but he doesn't seem to think it's neccessary. I've been all over the map this week, emotion-wise...
It's entirely possible I'm PMS'ing. When I had the hysterectomy, the ovaries were left in, to prevent early menopause. So I still get PMS, but Aunt Flow doesn't come to visit anymore. But because I no longer need to know when Aunt Flow is imminent, I always forget about the PMS. Generally if I'm snapping Dan's head off every 5 minutes, and crying over sappy commercials, (or for no reason at all), those are tell-tale signs of PM(WIM)S. Or, Pre Menstrual (Were I Menstruating) Syndrome. It's such a joy being me. No, not really. *sigh*
There are a bunch of other things weighing on my mind, but I'll spare everyone any further whining, and go back to watching Mythbusters.
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Tomorrow is supposed to be weigh-in #4 at Weight Watchers, and I don't have the stupid fee. I'm also fairly certain I've gained back the initial weight I lost, which is entirely my fault. I need to refocus, and stick to counting the damn points. :( So I'm angry and disappointed with myself.
Today I suggested maybe Dan should stay at his mom's for a week or so, but he doesn't seem to think it's neccessary. I've been all over the map this week, emotion-wise...
It's entirely possible I'm PMS'ing. When I had the hysterectomy, the ovaries were left in, to prevent early menopause. So I still get PMS, but Aunt Flow doesn't come to visit anymore. But because I no longer need to know when Aunt Flow is imminent, I always forget about the PMS. Generally if I'm snapping Dan's head off every 5 minutes, and crying over sappy commercials, (or for no reason at all), those are tell-tale signs of PM(WIM)S. Or, Pre Menstrual (Were I Menstruating) Syndrome. It's such a joy being me. No, not really. *sigh*
There are a bunch of other things weighing on my mind, but I'll spare everyone any further whining, and go back to watching Mythbusters.
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