Home for a Minute

Back to back appointments today: PT and Psycho T (psychotherapy). I want to just stay home. Just sit. But I can’t. They charge you up the wazoo for missed appointments.

Fun fact: “wazoo” does not get autocorrected, meaning it must be a legit word. Ironically, “autocorrected” does get autocorrected.

Wednesdays really suck. They didn’t used to. They used to be a day when all I had to do was go to work. But because it was a day without any other commitments, I’ve now filled it with commitments.

You might think these other commitments would keep me from overeating on Wednesdays. And you would be wrong.

I had a big cookie today after lunch, during my not-a-break break because I was angry about my sore back and legs.

On the way home, I had a medium iced coffee with cream and sugar because I need something to drink on my commute.

When I got home, I had a doughnut and several of Aislyn’s dehydrated marshmallows because I guess today is not going to be one of the three days I track my points. Neither was yesterday.

I did try to do meditation on the ride home Monday, but I think it would be way more effective if I could close my eyes. In fact, I caught myself closing my eyes split seconds at a time right before I would realize, “Oh, shoot, I can’t do that!”

At least I’ve done my PT exercises this week.

I’m so tired I’m punchy. The good news is I got my lunch made and dishes put away. I knew those tasks would really annoy me to have to do later.

I try to get as much done as possible as soon as I get home, so I don’t have to worry about it.

Argh, have to go.