Monday, October 7, 2013
Not a good day to piss me off
No sameness, no simplicity, no sanity. Today, I am a middle age woman on the verge of smacking a fool for saying something stupid to me, and have I mentioned I talk for a living? Today I'm weepy, victim of hormonal imbalance. There's this heffa named Perimenpause invading my body and I want to slap her.
This weekend the store was open and getting back to something familiar felt good, but familiar doesn't mean same. I'm not sure what sameness feels like. I know after working like a mule, I felt spent. I feel like I'm the one pregnant. My weight is climbing. And if DH says one more time that it's simply a matter of reducing my calories, I'm going to punch him in the face. I woke up sweaty despite our window was open and the fan was on.
I start my new shift this morning. I'll begin my morning commute before most of you turn over. Up at 4:30, DH asked why I'm up so early. I snapped and said because I start my new shift today, something he's known but somehow suddenly forgot. I got on the scale, and I'm up a quarter pound. We start our weight loss challenge today. I couldn't find anything to wear. When you pare down your wardrobe and your weight is up ten plus pounds, not being able to fit anything isn't the same as not having something to wear becase nothing looks good to you.
I was whipped after work, but I cooked dinner for DS and we talked some. She talked. I fussed and sighed. I need prozac and I want it in a patch.