So, my weekend. It wasn't too bad, but it was filled with excess-excess drinking, excess smoking (I know), excess food that I shouldn't have been eating. My acid reflux is in a huge flare up, nothing is working, I'm exhausted, and I feel like a big loser for doing all the things I know I shouldn't have done. And I miss my husband terribly. I feel like I haven't seen him in two weeks, and I feel so crappy right now all I want to do is sleep. Vicious cycle.
You would think at some point I would stop being a dumb ass and quit doing all the things that cause me pain-but that's too easy, right?
Anyway, sick, depressed, and back to day one of not smoking. Blah.
The only good news is I'm down a pound and a half from last Friday,not quite sure how I pulled that one off.
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Our weekends appear to be remarkably similar. Right down to the reflux - which has been kind of making a comeback - if only it were half as interesting as Elvis' '68 comeback tour.
It had been controllable for about 2 years. Now it's becoming daily.
It's horrible, isn't it? I hate how it runs my life.
Its terrible. I've always had issues with it for most of my adult life and even in my teens on some occasions.
I hate when it happens in the middle of the night, when I'm sleeping - because then I wake up and am miserable until meds kick in.
I seem to get it from everything - barring water.
Thankfully, drinking and smoking do not affect this.
HAHAHAHAHAHA... *sigh*
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