I’ve had one of those days that should have involved lots of sleeping and (fun) reading, but instead involved a lot of stuff like papers and classes and working out. I skipped my night class and planned to spend the evening doing absolutely nothing, but I had piles of laundry on the bed that needed to be put away, more laundry in the washing machine, the kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes, the dishwasher was full of clean dishes, etc. I just about never skip classes, and never without very good reason, but I’m exhausted.

I have been waking up at 5 every morning and have been passing out by 9 each night. I sort of like waking up so early, but I can’t handle the early nights. I’m trying to stay awake until at least 10 tonight, but I’m struggling.

I was able to get some light cardio in this morning, but I am in desperate need of a really hard work out. I just crave it, which constantly freaks me out. I almost went to the gym in lieu of the class, but I felt so completely worn out that I just couldn’t do it.

Exercise – Today (AM)
45 Min Cardio @ Gym
Crunches (various types)

Exercise – Yesterday
Hour w/trainer

I’d be perfectly content if I never did another squat as long as I live.

Food – Today
5-7am: Coffee
Noon: LC Sesame Chicken (Frozen), Chocolate Cupcake, Water
3pm: Handful of Almonds, Another Chocolate Cupcake (then threw the rest away)
6pm: Butternut Squash (as “pasta”) w/Peas, Mushrooms, Garlic & Turkey Sausage, Apple Juice

I didn’t eat until noon because my stomach was hurting. Going to have to figure out a way to stop the coffee habit. It’s not helping the stomach problems. Not that the nachos I ate last night did any favors, but whatever.

Food – Yesterday
6am: Oatmeal, Coffee
Noon: (Panera Bread) 1/2 Sierra Turkey Sandwich, 1/2 Broccoli Cheddar Soup, French Bag. Bread, Water
4pm: Hardboiled Egg
8pm: Nachos, Apple Juice, Chocolate Cupcake

20 minutes until bedtime. Maybe I’m just depressed?

It is with sad, sad despair that I admit (to myself) that PB cups make my stomach hurt. There’s not much I love more than PB cups (butterfinger, snickers, peanut M&M’s, and any form of ice cream or chocolate cake notwithstanding, of course). I just can’t do it anymore. Or, I shouldn’t do it anymore. I am thinking that one (me) has to be fairly crazy to eat things one (again, me) knows will cause pain.

This weekend has been fairly crazy. We were home for trick-or-treater’s on Friday, but had to leave at 6am on Saturday for me to make it to a board meeting in Nashville. We stayed overnight in Nashville with no plans to rush home today, but woke up at 5 anyway. We were home by 10, so we did a bunch of yard work (mowing, weed-eating, pruning, sweeping) and are now planning to start on some inside stuff. I should be doing some research/writing, of course, but I just don’t feel like it. I am perfectly happy to remain in denial this weekend and start the stress tomorrow. I haven’t exercised at all since I did some cardio on Friday and feel the effects of that, but I doubt I’ll get around to that, either.

The weather has become much cooler, so we went through our drawers and closets last week and swapped clothes. Consequently, we now have huge piles of clothes to give away and just about nothing to wear. I somehow forgot that we’re both several sizes smaller than we were last winter. It was actually shocking to me to put on clothes that I wore in January or February of this year to find that they are now laughably too big. We’ve both gone down about 2-3 sizes, so it’s definitely time for some new stuff. It’s looking unlikely right now, but I really hope that I have this problem when it’s time to swap the clothes again.

I have GOT to get my eating under control.