Well to recap,
I lost nearly 20 pounds this year, then proceeded to gain it all back. I am an epic failure. Back to the drawing board come Thursday, when my new Weight Watchers week begins.
I rang in the new year in my usual style, at my local hangout. It was…okay. I had fun, but not at blast. I would have rather stayed home.
I don’t know. Everything has gotten stale. Boring. Stagnant. I mean, I’m a creature of habit and all, but damn. I get up. I go to work. I eat (too much). I (try to) sleep.
I’ve been up since 6am, despite having been out until nearly 2am. I don’t remember the details of all my dreams. But one of the dreams involved me auditioning for a musical based on the songs of Whitney Houston. I didn’t get cast. I woke up feeling subpar and exhausted.
I’ve been in a mood all day. I made sauce, caramelized onions and a pasta dish. I did laundry and dishes are currently in the dishwasher. I haven’t gotten out of my pajamas all day. I haven’t taken a shower. I’ve been watching reruns of SVU. I’ve gotten teary-eyed. I’ve stared blankly into space. PMS is nigh, so that doesn’t help. I missed a few doses of my meds, so that definitely doesn’t help.
It’s not even 6pm. I’m drained.
I’ve got some plans, some resolutions, if you will, for the new year. I got an iPad, and so I’ve been downloading podcasts and online classes to watch/listen to while I workout. To learn and enrich myself. I want to try and do four 5Ks this year – starting off with ones where you can just walk, and graduating to being able to jog/run. Get better at cooking. Go out less. Save money. Blee-blah.
Right now, I’m not feeling very positive or motivated. I’m lethargic and discouraged.
Happy New Year, or something.