So today started off well. I had a healthy breakfast of coffee with 1% milk, some sugar, and oatmeal with half a banana mashed in it with cinnamon and some walnut crumbles.
Did my afternoon dog walks, then jogged three miles. Yea me! But then, I saw my mother had called while I was out. Hmm . . . dilema. I had limited time in my schedule. I had a chiropractor’s appointment to make in an hour and I had wanted to do some weights at the gym, and I had very time left to eat before my two hour cut-off before my evening Bikram session. I called her, thinking I’d warn her of my time limit and that’d be enough for her. But no, that didn’t work and I ended talking through my workout time, had only two minutes to shove some hard boiled eggs down my throat, call the chiropractor to tell them I’d be late (cause I was GOING to get my weights in, damn it), and then rushed off to the gym with a stomach full of eggs. I frantically did 15 minutes, then tried to rush off to the chiropractor, only to run over a screw in the parking lot from the roofers working on the gym roof. My tire immediately began to go flat. I headed to the chiropractor anyway. When I got out of my car, the hissing was very loud, my tire was halfway flat, and I knew that when I got out of the doctor’s that I wouldn’t be going anywhere.
So I called my man to come bail me out. Three hours later, here I am, safe at home. But I missed my yoga class, I had to resort to eating Arby’s while we waited out of extreme hunger, and now I’m in a super bad mood about my day not going the perfect little way I had envisioned.
I know some exercise is better than none at all, but I’m still really pissed. I don’t have that much time left! As of today, it’s 65 days to my wedding, and my dress fitting is in two weeks. I almost feel like throwing my hands up and saying “F**k it. I’m having a large pizza all by myself and having the angriest pity party ever in my bed while watching Housewives reruns.”