Yes, Sojo, the toilet thing WAS gross - but I get it.
I did not get in my walk after all but I did take a nice break and sit by an open window and talk with my husband. It helped de-stress me although it probably wasn't as good for me as a walk would have been. And Biki, did I ever say I was hot? I must have meant temperature-wise.
No, I know I must have said that but it's hard to remember having those feelings when I'm in 'a mood,' you know?
Mike, when I was in the middle school I was hardly ever cheered up by the kids - but now at K-2, even when they're evil, they're at least cute. And they are usually so excited about what we're doing every day, and I get lots of hugs and 'music is my favorite class' comments and 'you look pretty today' comments and it really helps me out. I really don't know that I could have been successful on MF if I was still dealing with the stress of my middle school job. I know lots of people love that age level but I was burned out after only 4 years.
Donica, I will try to doll myself up. It still feels odd to do it but after today I think I need a boost.
I just realized that I let the scale ruin my day. I had a decent night's sleep, I felt thin and healthy for about 30 seconds UNTIL I stepped on the scale. I swore to myself up and down that I was through letting the scale run my life - guess that's not 100% true. I didn't realize that's what it was until just now as I was writing my comment to Mike, thinking that today was a lost cause from the start - then I remembered that actually I woke up feeling pretty good, but saw that 9/10 gain and got depressed.
I think it's hitting me hard because I was in the teens on Saturday and got bumped out of them for weigh-in - then I figured I was so close I HAD to be back in them today - but no, up again. If I'm this neurotic about the teens, watch out when I'm in single digits trying to get under 200! Run for cover everybody when that day/week/month comes!
Well, now that I know what's had me depressed, I realize I'm being ridiculous. It's a stupid number on a scale. I'm doing what I'm supposed to and I should feel good about that. And I did learn that I have to be better about getting in my water on the weekends - that's not news, but this is the first time it's made such a big difference in my numbers so now I really have to focus on it. Because despite my grandiose statements the scale still does have power over me.
Well, it's late enough that I can get away with leaving for the day. I have a couple of piano lessons tonight and for a change I don't have to go pick up my daughter afterwards - my sister is bringing her home instead. I'm going to try to really enjoy my evening with her and get outside to play. I have a lot to be grateful for and while I'll never stop hoping for better numbers on the scale, I have to remember this is a long journey and every day takes me closer to my goal and farther away from my old unhealthy life.