Yeah, it’s becoming a bad habit, isn’t it?
A lot of running around thanks to a hypochondriac relative deciding that he needed hospitalization for something or the other, and the associated emotional blackmails – oh, I’ll feel so much better if you are around …family is such a dog, sometimes. I wish I were more confrontationistic by nature – I could just ask these people to cut the crap out and behave like adults rather than children who got boo-boos playing on the seesaw. Gah. The drama isn’t over yet, by the way. Double Gah.
By afternoon I was fairly disgusted that I hit the gym and worked out more than usual, just to get the irritation out of my system. I felt better after that, but my muscles ache.
Talking of working out, I have had no luck with losing any of the lbs I have apparently packed in the past six months. Of course it has only been two weeks of working out and calorie counting, but you know it would be nice if the scales showed me some encouragement.
I haven’t been in the mood to work today. And yesterday. It is piling on. Hmm.