Today's an icky day. I should have taken the day off, but I put a co-worker ahead of my own needs and wants, and now I'm fuming. The day started off raw.
I was bored and angry about being on call from 6 a.m. until 10:00 p.m. today, and I released my fury with a vengeance on all my piles of paperwork in the kitchen. Drawers, bags, stacks of hidden paper revealed expired coupons, unopened mail, and a million things to be filed. I can't believe how much I got done.
But then I still didn't feel okay. And, to add insult to injury, I received another court document from my ex that I needed to respond to. So I sat down and typed up an emotional formal response, finally bringing his alcoholism to the court's attention. It was brutal to write, and worse to feel.
I want to eat. I did eat. I haven't counted all my points, and I'm sure I'll conveniently "forget" about some of them that came from my son's Easter stash. Ugh.
I just had a Weight Watchers dinner, and I'm trying hard to hang on. I'm almost finished with my third week, and I just can't blow it now.
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