I was going to post and then I thought nah. Fuck it, I will.
Nothing really interesting though. Except I am no longer able to sleep on the air bed. It is driving me insane. Plus I was up during the night six times letting the dog in and out. Apparently no one else heard her crying. Today I feel absolutely drained. And slightly grumpy. I exercised yesterday and got my eating on track but the impending weigh in of doom is coming and I really just don't have the energy to summon up some positivity or put the gain into perspective.
I totally regret eating like a wild thing while I was away and now I can feel it eating away at me right now. Why did I do it? Why didn't I show some restraint? I know how I feel afterwards, I hate the gains and yet still I cannot help cracking and going totally out of control. Every frickin' time. and now here is another whiny post. It's getting dull and repetitive and stupid.
*bangs head against wall* I know this shit.