So come on, ask me

Ask me if I went to the gym after work. I'll tell you the truth: no I did not. I have no excuses, just that I thought better of it. I'm still excited to conquer working out after work but I think it's smartest to do it on a day when I don't have to go back to work the next morning. For sleep's sake.

The good news is that I earned three activity points just running my butt around at work today. This day was a real shit sandwich. A day where I really kind of wanted to rise above, be the bigger person, take the high road, etc., but also I really wanted to punch someone (hey, hold out your face). It was just one thing after another, nothing that I can particularly blame anyone for, which sometimes makes it worse. Even as I sit here now I'm hearing phantom call bells and IV pumps beeping in the back of my head.

My eating was a little weird today. I ate alot of points but nothing felt satisfying, even though there were lots of power foods in the mix. I think it might have been because I ate a frozen meal for lunch. I rely on them on workdays because I'm just not good at planning ahead. Some of them really have no substance. I wish I could execute a plan to have healthy, filling leftovers for lunch on work days. Maybe someday I'll be that self-actualized.

I'm determined that tomorrow will be a better day and that I WILL find myself on the treadmill at this time tomorrow night. One thing that should help: my skinny scrubs are in the wash and will be ready for wearing.