Spoiler alert: I didn’t go to the gym today.
It’s been a rough 24 hours for yours truly. Actually, it’s been a rough week… and month. Last night, I pulled something in my groin, and spent the night, and this morning, sitting awkwardly on the couch, with an ice pack between my legs. Then, this morning, I pulled something in my shoulder/neck. I was able to massage it out a little, so the pain isn’t as bad, but still, what the fuck? Why am I suddenly completely falling apart?
Both my son and my husband have been in horrible moods all day (everyone is tired and fed up with the weather), and there’s been a lot of yelling and crying happening in this house today. We also nearly overdrew our account paying bills, and discovered that for one of our accounts, we were charged a late fee, despite the bill not being due until tomorrow, and also discovered that we are being charged a pretty bullshit fee because we are too poor to do automatic bill pay. After that drama, we didn’t have enough to buy diapers, and ended up having to take out a line of credit just to make it until payday. So, that’s super fun. Not.
I’m feeling tired, and anxious, and annoyed, and depressed as fuck today, and Kyle has to work all night again, which means kiddo and I are stuck inside. Again.
I guess it’s not so bad. I need a day of healing for all of my various broken body parts. Good grief.
Oh, before I forget, I am officially down 9 pounds as of today. So that’s a good thing, right? Progress!
Thanks for reading. Feel free to check out all of my previous #gymblogs, from when I actually made it to the gym.