Countdown to Phoenix!

Happy Hump Day everyone.

I'm staring at my ceiling because I've noticed I have two lady bugs on my ceiling...not sure I'm liking that. Also wondering how they got in...not liking that question....hmmm....excuse me while I go and close my bedroom door...

OK, I'm back and have validated there are no lady bugs or other bugs in my bedroom, for those of you wondering.

I was having a good week so far. Then, as I was sitting on my practicum call this afternoon, I realized it was the anniversary of my mom's death. I managed to keep it together during the call, but almost had a breakdown during my workout today. It was a really hard workout to begin with, so that didn't help. Then The Evil One was really busting my chops today...about eating...about not coming in to work out two extra times/week...yelling "come on, Yvonne" during the workout. On top of it all, the LPS scale did NOT show the 3 lbs. weight loss my scale showed so I was hugely disappointed. Although I haven't deviated from the diet I've been on, I'm not sure The Evil One was convinced...and that bothered me too.

Anyway, to make a long, MELODRAMATIC story longer, I ended up boo-hooing like a baby as I showered. Seriously, I couldn't control the heaving sobs...yikes! Thank goodness no one else came into the dressing room! The cry helped, but I have to admit that I miss my mom. Admittedly, she's in a MUCH better spot, but I still miss her...and my dad. They had such an amazing influence over my life and I have a great deal of gratitude to them for all they did for me. Guess who's boo-hooing like a baby again?!?

Lady bug alert...one of the dames is getting quite aggressive. It seems my ceiling is not entertaining enough and she must fly around the light. Clearly, she must die...

Allrighteythen...as I mentioned, there is a discrepancy between what my scale said Monday (down 3 lbs) vs. what the evil bastard gym scale said today (no loss or gain). I'm going in to the gym tomorrow and will weigh myself again to see if it's changed. That's right, guilt trip has been successful and I will go into the gym one more time this week.

I'm looking forward to my trip to Phoenix this weekend. I hear they are experiencing "unseasonably" high temperatures...like in the low 30s...moowaahaahaa...(btw, that should sound like an evil laugh, just in case you didn't get it). I spoke to my bro, John, today and it turns out we won't have time for hiking. I'm a bit bummed, but he did promise we could go for our 8K walk every morning, so that works. I get one "cheat meal", and must remain committed to eating nothing but chicken & veggies for the weekend. Next week, I have shakes for 2 meals and chicken w/veggies for 1 meal. I know it's radical, but it's all meant to have a purpose. I'm about 12 lbs. away from my lowest weight since living in LA. That's REALLY close, so I'm motivated to live through it. I must confess, though, that it's starting to get on my nerves. I don't know if it's the whole mourning thing or what, but I almost took down a pregnant woman on the GO Train. She had the nerve to be eating a granola bar in front of me.

okokokokokokokokokokok...OK...she's pregnant, I know. She's SUPPOSED to be eating to keep her strength up, I know. She's eating for two, I KNOW dammit. That doesn't mean I have to LIKE her eating a granola bar in front of me, does it?!? Yeesh, it wasn't even one of those yummy moist granola bars. No, it was one of those dry, crumbly good-for-you-but-tastes-like-sawdust granola bars. Pathetic, isn't it?!? My life has been reduced to taking down a pregnant woman for her not-even-yummy-looking granola bar. If it means anything, I am embarrassed...well, sorta embarrassed...:)

OK poppits, 'nuff of the self-pity party. It's time to go to take out all my frustration on the evil lady bugs then hit the hay. I'll sleep well tonight knowing I've saved the world from the likes of two, killer bugs....you're welcome!

Cheers!
(a) yt xox