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A Tough Day Can't Stop Me

(blog written 5/16/2018 posted 5/20/20/18)


Yesterday was a terrible day. 
It was gorgeous outside but I felt miserable and I stayed on my couch most of the day.
I don’t know what came over me; I wasn’t physically sick but I just didn’t feel good. I even skipped Pound. I’d been looking forward to it all week and I skipped it so I could sit on my couch and feel sorry for myself and honestly, it was silly.I knew I would feel worse if I skipped the gym and I think that's part of the reason I did. If I feel bad, why not make myself feel worse?
My dog snuggled with me which is the only reason I didn’t get up and go to the kitchen more than I did. 
If I got up too often she'd end up leaving me and it was comforting to have her laying on me, feeling her heart beat. (Our other dog was up in bed with her other mama) I did however, get up and eat to feed my emotions. I had a great breakfast of veggies and eggs with 2 pieces of cinnamon toast. Then about 20 minutes later I got up and put peanu…
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