Today started off as a lackluster day. First of all, it's Wednesday. Ugh. It's such a tease. Wednesday's always like, "Oh heyyyyyyyy, it's almost the weekend but SYKE! You actually still have half the week to go, SUCKAAAAAAAA!" Eff off, Wednesday.

And then I stepped on a scale this morning for the first time in I don't even know how long. And I got sad. Because the number was bigger than I thought it would be. See, I have a terrible fear of scales because of this exact reason. I start freaking out and focusing on this stupid number. Ugh. Stupid scale.

So all day I was thinking about this dumbdumbdumb number. It made me all sorts of distraught. But it was ok because I had plans to meet up with my best friend from school after work for coffee and funtimes at Starbucks. I. Love. Starbucks. And then I was driving there after work, and it turns out C's boss was being lamesauceMcGee and she had to work superlate (she's a nanny). UGH. So I got a peppermint mocha, which was SO good. But, silly me, I did not get soy milk in my drink because I forgot that dairy makes my tummy notsohappy. See, I'm lactose intolerant. And it SUCKS. And then I got sick. Ugh.

So on my way to yoga I got the WORST feeling and got sick before class. I seriously contemplated just going home and putting on sweatpants and going to bed. At 7:30. But I decided I'd power through and just do the class because yoga always makes me happier.

And it did. I felt so much better and pleased with myself at the end of class. I know I'm going to have days where I feel fat. And I feel sick. And I eat too much. And I don't feel good enough. But, at the end of the day, these are just thoughts. Thoughts in my head that can go away eventually if I just remember that I am good enough.

So yeah. I still feel pretty poopy, but better than before. So that's a plus, right?

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