This is horrible, but I’m going to tell you anyway. I’ve got to tell someone. I think I’ve actually gone over 100 points today. That’s more than four times what I’m supposed to consume in a day. What is wrong with me?!
And I had such a good day yesterday. Totally nullified.
It wasn’t even a stressful day. Everyone was nice to me. I got lots of floor time.
I ate a candy bar on my way out, then bought a bag of cookies at Bed, Bath and Beyond and ate half the bag!
I feel out of control. I’m hungry and I’m hungry for junk. All the time.
And no, I’m not pregnant. I still have my period, for crying out loud. This shot is so screwed up.
The funny thing is that at first, I was going to just have the tubal ligation. He had started the paperwork and everything. Then at the last minute, I decided I wanted to try the shot. I guess it just goes to show where impulse decisions get me.
I am totally fine with the two kids I have. I don’t need anymore. Can’t afford anymore. Don’t have the energy for anymore. But surgery is so…serious. Permanent. I don’t know how to explain it better than that.
I have to pick up my soda at the Rochester Walmart. Somersworth doesn’t have any. I so don’t want to go back out in the freezing cold. But the sooner I go and get it over with, the better.