The funk continued. I got up at 430am, fed Molly, and then just decided to get in bed. I woke up at 630 just feeling crappy. I walked the dog, showered, packed my lunch, and was out the door.
While driving to work, I cried. It just feels like I can't keep it together and I could really use some help. I'm drowning and I just can't find a system that works. When I walked into work and turned on my computer, I was already angry about the shit I'd have to deal with today. I had Greek yogurt and a bagel thin with cream cheese for breakfast.
Ashley asked me to join a girls lunch she set up and my first thought was no, too much work, but then I decided that I needed out. To get out and laugh for lunch was just what I needed. We went to this awesome diner place that was known for their desserts. I had a mushroom and Gouda grilled cheese with a side salad. Then I had chocolate mousse pie.
The afternoon was OK. It felt like problems were getting solved and progress being made. I had a banana, almonds, and carrots for a snack. I still was at work till 6pm. Then I took Molly to the dog park and met up with Vic at the gym.
I needed a buddy today. I needed encouragement and to be pushed because mentally I'm running on fumes. I don't think my workout would've been as good without Vic. We did arms, abs, and stair master. And I needed to get my frustrations out.
I keep forgetting that I have people I can reach out to for help and lean on. I just try to handle everything on my own because it's what I'm used to. You want something done, you gotta do it yourself. It is so freaking tough to lose weight and handle all the demands of life. I really wish I could afford a trainer, chef, and personal assistant.....then I could get all yhis shit done! I can't imagine juggling that with a husband and kids, so time is of the essence! I feel some positivity coming back and I'll live to fight another day.