Yesterday = Bad

It was a really bad day emotionally for me. I stayed within points, but I did not eat well. I had two big salads, but I also had some major comfort food going on. Mac and cheese, anyone?

I asked my husband to sit and visit with me. That was the mistake. He sat down, and I was talking about how hard weekends are for me--I need to write about weekends some time--and while I was in mid thought, he got up, walked away from the table and never came back.

I sat there stunned, not believing what just happened. Normally when I'm not emotional, I would call him on it. Yesterday, the tears just rolled. And to top it off, about 20 minutes later, he came up and got on my case for complaining about weekends because we are a single-income family and don't have money to spend.

I kind of snapped at him, told him that he has absolutely no right to get on my case about anything when he had not heard me out and given me the opportunity to complete what I was saying.

I had a good crying spree, went to bed and napped a couple hours, got up and made mac and cheese, then surfed the rest of the night, giving DH the silent treatment.

Today I had to explain to him how rude his actions were, how they made me feel and to make up for it, he said he'd go get breakfast, do I have enough points for an Egg McMuffin. Thanks but no thanks.

No marriage is perfect. People do some pretty stupid things. I do. Dang, it stings when we are on the receiving end, though.

I know he felt bad because he started doing laundry. I think he did about five loads last night. Guilt loads.

I did not work out yesterday. I've missed two days in a row. This morning I am absolutely craving it. That exercise gives my body a release, like it gets out all the frustrations through sweat. I'm waiting on my breakfast to digest a bit, and then I'm going to go meet with Richard in my living room.

This little emotional funk or emotional snit I'm in is hormonal. The best way for me to counter it is to submerge myself in positives.

I've got the most terrific kid a mother could ask for. I have three great dogs and two sweet kitties. I have a husband who is normally a pretty great guy. Just like I'm normally a great gal. We're both human. I'm taking charge of my health. We're done with school: Three months of freedom ahead! I have a tremendous support network for my journey: Thank you, everyone! I have five fewer loads of laundry to get done today. lol For the most part, I'm pretty content and happy. I've got great friends, even though none live in my town. I've got a pretty rich life.

There, I feel better.