Gah. Bleh. Meh.
Having a low day today.I don't want to be touched, I don't want to be looked at, I don't want to look at myself. It appears to be PMS? I don't normally suffer the stereotypical plights, but this week something has indeed been afoot. Something hormonal methinks. I wonder if my diet changes are affecting it. Well, if they were, I've ruined the experiment now because yesterday I ate a fistful of sour keys and another fistful of french fries. It was that or someone's life. Or so I told myself at the time.
I'm frustrated. My skin is still terrible, my bones that I broke last year are still hurting me when I try to exercise, all of my clothes feel too small even though I've lost some weight since the 1st week weigh in (I'm at 135lbs now). I pretty much feel uncomfortable in my skin, all the time. I miss my self esteem. I just want to go away, fix everything, and then come back to life.
Bitch. Moan.
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