So my day started out rockingly. I had a good morning with my psychologist, then I got to work just in time for my conference call. That got over early and I got a kick ass amount of work done. I was über productive all day and stayed until 4pm, without even realizing it!
But then I came home. I through in a load of laundry, made myself some soup, and planned on relaxing until it was time to go to my painting class. It’s 7pm now, and I’m not there- so, what went wrong you ask? I have no fricken idea. I got home and had no motivation to do anything. I didn’t want to watch TV, or read, or go to the gym, or go to Macy’s, or go to Rock Bottom. There was nothing that I wanted to do. Well, the only thing that sounded nice was getting to see Joe, but that’s lame for so many more reasons.
I called him and was like, wtf is wrong with me. He said it was normal and sometimes people just have bad days. But this doesn’t feel like just a bad day, it feels like a lame ass day where I don’t want to do anything, but apparently sit in my apartment and eat chocolate (which, as we all know, is not conducive to my weight loss). Mmmrrraaahhh.