Day 17

Baddies - 1,000. Babs - 0.

Today has been an epic fail. Thanks to a surprise case of appendicitis, our CEO could not attend a press conference this morning and I got to be the lucky fill in. Those things are not my cup of tea, but I had to go, which meant I wasn't able to run as previously scheduled. It is the first change made to our pre-planned training schedule, but at least it was because something last minute came up and not that we just "didn't feel like it."

The first schedule change of training

As you all know, yesterday I was struggling to eat healthy, but I managed to pull through. Regardless, the scale this morning was much higher than the day before. sad/mad. Then the press conference bumped my run. sad/mad. Bring on the badies! I always do this. Something happens out of my control that I don't like, and I just throw my hands in the air and look for opportunities to be bad. Evil temptress chocolates in candy dish? Hello! Newly purchased peanut butter jar? Hello! Strange foreign cookie cracker things that have been sitting in the office for a week? Hello!

I frustrate myself with this nonsense, yet I can't seem to regain control once I start veering off course. If I had just held strong, tomorrow would have been a much happier day. Instead, now I'm already afraid to weigh myself because I know it will not be good. And I know I know I know I shouldn't weight myself everyday or base my happiness off of the number. I know! But it is just so hard for me not to.

Kickball tonight - good incentive for me to stop stuffing my face or I might puke during the game. Then hopefully an early bed time so that tomorrow morning can go as well as possible. Thunderstorms are rolling in tonight, so tomorrow's 4 miles could be pretty wet!