Yesterday involved really low self-esteem. I felt fat and frumpy. Gross. Sad. Tired. Pathetic. I *knew* the best way to combat those feelings was through a workout and treating my body with kindness; I chose to do neither.
This morning, I woke up tired. Sore. Achy. So damned fed up with this constant, nagging back pain.
I'm cranky. Sad. Moody. Miserable. Apathetic. Maybe a little depressed (even though it scares me to say that out loud). Touchy. Quick to take things the wrong way. Don't know why: just am. Don't like it: just don't particularly care to do anything to defunkify myself right this very second. Could be the grey "summer" weather. Who knows?
Emotional eating started last night with an ice cream cone, and continued this morning with an iced capp and some dark chocolate. Aside from tasting great, none of those things did anything to improve my perspective after they were finished.
I'm playing the role of Eeyore today, right down to the grey clothing. Waah, waah, waah, right?