UPDATE 4:23 pm - I've decided enough is enough. The eating, the over-spending, self-indulgent bullsh*t has to stop. It's self-destructive, and I've participated in that game for far too long, my friends. Tonight at PT will be my own personal, symbolic gesture to say, "good riddance!" to the past two days of insanity. I don't know what fueled this behavior, but how I was treating it is obviously not the answer. I'm digging deep for this turn around. Tonight might hurt.
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I need a swift kick in the pants. Seriously. Since Sunday I've been in bad mood central. Monday night at PT, I felt like it was quite possibly time for my body to quit me. It was so not havin' it.
Tuesday I was "sick" and didn't go to work.
Wednesday was freakin' awesome. I was productive, excelled at work, went to church & crashed early.
Hello, Thursday, bringer of doom and McDonald's Happy Meals. Oops.
I'm in a major crankypants funk. I realize this and only have myself to blame. It gets worse: Major shopping spree including ridiculous shoes. And while I did need shoes, no one *needs* incredibly high, leather patchwork heels that make my toes cry or suede Steve Madden booties with thick ribbon laces.
*sigh* Commence with the floggings.
**at least I'm blogging about it. I know I'm in dangerous depression waters when I won't even mention my low moods...



