Pity, Party of One!

Poor sad Jenwa, home alone on a Friday night with an ice pack on her back. After 2 minutes at the gym, my trainer and I decided that it would be best if I didn't work out tonight because I was having a hard time walking, sitting, standing, etc. Makes sense, I guess. I am so depressed. Or I guess sad is a better word. I am so mentally ready to do whatever it takes to get in shape and feel great, but my body is not having it. I've been so motivated to eat well, but tonight I made myself a 14 point sandwich, dipping into my weekly points again, and now I am just thankful I don't have any sweets in the house. I'd eat them all because I am so sad and frustrated about my back. The worst part is that I know something emotional caused this and no matter how much I try to soothe my emotions with common sense and a promise for brighter days ahead, it doesn't seem to have an impact. No amount of chiropractic care, massages or at home stretching seems to make a long term difference. I still have 10 weekly points left and I want to eat them, damn it! Actually, I want to drink them, but I don't really keep booze in the house. Note to self; go to liquor store. When I'm not feeling well, I really wish I lived close to my family or was married or something.  Whoa, this just in! My Dad just called me. And was real nice AGAIN! Huh, well, I'll take it.  I needed a little attention. Now back to my regularly scheduled pity party. 

Tomorrow

Go to WW meeting

Lay around in my filthy apartment and hope my back miraculously gets better. I guess I'll be stuck at home all weekend. Sleep diet, here I come!

Gratitude 

Music

Sense enough not to keep junk food or booze in my apartment

My Mommy

My Daddy

My neighbor Rose who is going to be my... I guess spiritual cheerleader is the term I'd use 

My trainer for not charging me for tonight's missed session