I did myself dirty today.
I thought I was super woman and could figure out how to get things all done.
I went to the Dr (no biggie, yearly gyno check up), and since I've been working, the house duties have taken a back seat.
I took the day off work to play catch up.
I lost track of time driving around looking for a battery for my car key.
By the time it hit me, I was grocery shopping and my stomach was having a full blown conversation.
I was shopping on an empty stomach!!
My shopping cart looked bi-polar: chips, chocolate, ice cream, cookies ... on one side; wheat sandwich bread, chicken breasts, potatoes, ground turkey .... on the other.
I got home and couldn't get the lid off the ice cream fast enough... Cookies would be a great side dish...
I felt SO AWFUL!!
Of all the things I could have eaten!!
I snapped myself out of it, put everything away, and threw on some gym clothes.
I felt like a zombie on the treadmill, like I wasn't myself.
It must have been my body telling me: this is how we function on ice cream and cookies you dim wit; you can't expect to feel great when you just fed us junk!
I jogged my 5K and had a healthy lunch, gonna have a healthy dinner soon.
I'll asses the damages, too.