Today started fine. I went to the pool this morning and swam a mile and felt so proud. Then I went to work and started drinking my morning breakfast. I had a hard time getting through it but thought nothing of it. Lunch was a breeze.
Then I came home and found that I was "testy." I just wasn't feeling like doing much of anything. I wanted to go and try yoga at the Rec Center so I was actually happy to leave the house. Yoga was exhausting. I didn't feel it at all and immediately decided that swimming a mile and doing a yoga class may be a bit too much, but I powered through it.
When I got home I was starving and made dinner. The hubs = nachos. Me = raw shit. That's what it felt like. I had a MAJOR food trigger again and wanted those nachos so bad. I ate enough to feel full and threw in the towel. I just didn't want to eat anymore and with each bite I was getting more and more irritated.
Days like this suck. Days like this make me want to just say fuck it and eat. I don't want to eat a ton, just a bite of something warm and new.
Tomorrow is a new day.