Today was a wash out. Stress, stress and more stress.
I had plans to make some runs before heading to work for the registration and weigh in, but life had other plans. Like my car not working for instance. Fortunately it stopped working in my parking lot so I didn’t have to get it towed.
Because I lost all my phone numbers in a cell phone crash, I didn’t have anyone to call (except Mouse, but he was busy). So I looked up the bus route, then shoved my uniform into my bag and rushed out the door.
My commute is normally 15 minutes tops. Today it took an hour and a half on two buses. But I got there on time for the weigh in.
That in and of itself was depressing. 172.4 This means I GAINED about 5lbs since December. I wanted to cuss, but there were residents in the workout center so I couldn’t.
It didn’t help that our very awesome pastry chef made chocolate cake that BEGGED to be eaten (and I obliged), or that the pot roast that was served for dinner was tender and delicious.
But really, 172 is more than I weighed when I was 9 months pregnant. I was always the “skinny” one in my family (still am, sadly), so me being this heavy is really depressing. Most people can’t guess how much I weigh, largely due to how it’s distributed and the fact that I’m really good at hiding it (grow up in a family full of big women, you learn how to camouflage your weight). I really want to drop past a 12. A 10 would be great. Right now I’m a 14 nudging at 16.
This car issue might be the monkey wrench that throws me off. Depending on how much it costs to fix, I will probably have to put off getting a membership to a local gym for a while (I have a membership to another gym that’s all paid up, but the nearest one is more than 20 minutes away, and gas still ain’t that cheap).
The car issue also forces me to put plans to take The Kid to Disney World with some of my family this summer on hold. In total I’d need to come up with about $700 for that (it’s only that cheap because my cousin, whose plan this was, is renting a house for the week we’ll be there and will pay for that).
Two steps forward. One step back. Life’s a really bad tango.