September 26, 2005

Good Weekend, Bad Day

Had a pretty good weekend I guess. It was better than most of the weekends have been lately. I went to Judy's on Friday, and for whatever reason-- left there in a much better mood, much higher spirits than I've been in quite awhile. I can't really explain why, but I'm not going to question it, just accept it.

Pete and I spent the weekend just hanging around the house and getting some housework done. It was the first weekend in quite some time that we haven't really had any plans. My sister came up for awhile on Saturday as the Omaha Marathon was on Sunday. I hadn't yet registered for the marathon, and had planned on doing that Saturday at the race expo. Turns out my yearly 'season cold' came a bit early.

Usually I don't get sick with the respitory stuff/lung infection until October, but this year, I got sick the first day of fall. By Saturday, I could barely walk 6 blocks without struggling for air, and feeling like I was about to cough up a lung. So, I didn't end up running the marathon on Sunday. Even the half-marathon would have been too much. I'm so damn lazy!!!! I haven't even been to the gym in the last 5 days. I already feel like I've gained about 20 pounds from the lack of exercise.

Heather said several people she works with have the same thing I do, and it's a viral infection, so there's nothing I can take to get rid of it-- it just sorta has to run its course. Lovely. If that's the case, then I'm going to the gym anyhow. I'd rather struggle through a workout and run at a slower pace than not workout at all. Especially after taking the last 5 days off.

Pete's worried about Heather and Scott moving up here in December. He doesn't think it's good for her and I to spend too much time together, and he's worried that when she does move-- that we'll spend all our time at the gym or running. He's SOMEwhat right on that, but it's not the ONLY thing we do when we get together. Either way, he said that the first time (and every time) he notices me "going backwards" he's gonna say something about it, and says he's not going to be nice about it either.

Friday he went off at me about not eating and, once again, how I'm slowly killing myself and I have so much more to live for and blah blah blah. Does he think I don't know this? Does he think I don't know what happens to a person when he or she goes without eating? Does he think all of this is new to me and I don't realize what could happen? I think 16 years has been enough time to figure it all out. Sorry... I'm feeling a bit sarcastic right now.

I dunno.. it was a good weekend, but not so good today. I haven't been feeling all that great, and the constant coughing fits zap all my extra energy. That alone just sorta started the day off badly, and it's just sorta gone downhill since then. I didn't even go to Judy's today, although I probably should have. All I've thought about all day is cutting. I'm not even sure why, cause it's not like there's one specific thing that sent me in this direction... it's just one of those days I guess.

Posted by Wendy on September 26, 2005 2:45 PM

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Posted by: Christina Helena at October 2, 2005 10:09 PM