I’m assuming I’m still 160 lbs. I’m not weighing myself every day. Too depressing.
No alcohol today.
Woke up before 7. Started cleaning the downstairs. The boys rode their bikes as I attempted to run again. I’ve been taking my two geriatric dogs for a walk around the block before I “run” but I don’t think Molly, 16, is able to keep up any longer. I carry her the last leg of the trip.
I cleaned. Picked up mums from the boy’s school. It was a fundraiser. Ran to Dollar General and bought $50 worth of fall decorations. My house looks cozy and clean. Well, downstairs does.
I wanted to lift my mood. I’m feeling a little down. I’ve snapped at the boys one hundred times today. All I can think about it going back to work Monday and meeting miserable again. The idea of getting in shape and being thin is the only thing I look forward to. That and the boys. But I think I’m overdue for a break. I just have immense guilt when away from them even for a few hours.
Hopefully, I’ll start my second job soon. I’ll miss them more I’m sure.
After a wonderful nap I woke up to do laundry. We ate dinner then we went around the block again.
We came home showered and bathed and now I sit here watching Book Club.
Oh, I also smudged the house today.
Nice guy is still texting me. I don’t know how to tell him I don’t want to date. Because I think I just don’t want to date him. Although, I said I’m taking a break, this is lonely. I’m lonely. I’m texting friends but it’s not the same.