Pretty much this entire weekend I have been in a super pissy, whiny, horrid mood. Not necessarily outward, but inward.
I don't want to exercise so I have done it half-assed.
I don't want to eat healthy, so I have stayed in my points, but not making healthy choices.
I don't want to get my work done, so I have done the shear minimum to get through the day.
I don't want to comment on blogs because I have NOTHING to say.
I am in a super funk, and I seriously don't want it. I think it comes from 3 solid months of working out, eating healthy, getting a bunch done at regular work, and still being SO FAR from feeling like I can 'relax'.
Anyways, today was fat test day, and I scored 90.95% (which is a 1.8 lb loss). That B+ has been quite elusive, I have been floating above it for several weeks now. The college kid has one class that is on a 7 point scale...and in that class, I would have a solid B. But, no fair changing the scale halfway through....
Back to my funk. When you are in a superfunk, how do you break out? A movie? Pedicure? Sex? A puppy?
Mr. P will be grateful for any idea that works since I cried after jogging at the park yesterday because I wanted to quit it all and just be fat since Mr. P doesn't care that I am losing weight. I went on and on about how he has time for marine stereos and rebuilding propellors and solitaire on his iPhone, but hey...no time to let me know he is proud of me....and really after typing this, I realize my ridiculousity because I am NOT DOING THIS FOR HIM and I really shouldn't be relying on him to make me feel good about this journey. I just wanted him to.
In his defense, he does care, but he isn't caring the exact way I want him to, so I went a little nutball on him. OH, and if you are curious as to what I want him to do so I can just tell him... yeah. I don't know. Hence the superfunk.