Warning: B*tchfest Ahead

How I feel way too often

So it looks like spring has sprung.  Warm weather, sunshine, birds chirping at f*cking 6 am.  Beautiful.  Which seems like a great time to get off my ass and start running outside.  I am running a 5k in May.  It is almost April. 

When is the last time I went to the gym?  Oh, around 3 weeks ago.  Ugh.  Pathetic.   The last few weekends have been busy with birthdays and family visiting, so I am feeling totally bloated and puffy and gross. 

When is the last time I tracked what I ate?  2 weeks ago.  I have all these excuses but I know none of them are really legitimate. 

How I wish I felt all the time

I slept horribly all weekend.  I have zero energy today.  My house is a mess from having people visiting the last two weekends and I need to straighten up before the cleaning service comes on Wednesday, and I have a much needed hair cut on Tuesday after work, so it has to get done tonight.  My bangs keep poking me in the eyeballs.  Gross.

I have exactly 8 weeks from today to get ready for the Warrior Dash. 

And that is the last of my ranting/self-loathing/beating myself up.  Every day is a new one, and I can’t keep squandering them with a negative attitude.  It is adjustment time!