Someone here talk me off the ledge...

I'm going completely bat**** crazy today. I'm all hormonal which is making it worse, but I'm SO FREAKING SICK AND TIRED of this whole thing. I'm sick of the weight loss crap. I'm sick of counting everything. I've counted everything I've eaten and everything I've done for over a year and a half. I feel like this is never going to end. Ever. I'm going to be 90 years old and 2 pounds from goal weight or something.

(Note my ticker is my newest goal, I'll revise it to 150 when I get there - or something - I have NO idea what I'm doing at this point). I was going to post on the main VSG board and I love those folks, but all the newbies are making me want to poke my eye out with a stick today. Yes, you'll stall, no your not a failure and any time I say anything venting wise myself they always come back all happy happy joy joy Pollyanna "but look how far you've come" and blowing smoke up my butt that I want to poke THEIR eyes out with sticks. Anyway, so you guys get to hear me whine.

Sigh. I'm just DONE today. I'm tracking. I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing, but I really want to throw my hissy fit (and I have, several times today - mainly by NOT doing anything else I'm supposed to be doing today). Ha! Of course, the little voice in my head (which is now my therapist instead of who it used to be apparently), is telling me it's all part of the process and I should embrace yadda yadda...

I'm not the only one, right? I'm just so entirely sick of being me today. I wasn't even that excited to get up and see a new low weight today. I was more like "Yay. 169. Big freaking deal". I should be estatic, right? Dude, I can't tell you the last time I wore a size 12/14 or was under 200, much less under 170. Instead, I just don't give a fig today. I want to be done with this whole thing.

But you're never really done, right? It's a lifetime of constantly adjusting and paying attention and you know what? I don't wanna.

So there.

I'm okay. I know I'm okay. I'm just having a really bad day for some reason and I'm sick of everyone saying I shouldn't be and life should be grand and perfect. I dunno.

The good thing is that I'm going out with my gang of girlfriends tonight for sushi. I'm having the seared ahi appetizer and a few bites of the baked avocado (yummy!). Maybe laughing with them over a warm pot of green tea will get my head back on straight.

I guess the other good thing is that I still, so far anyway, have made good choices food-wise all day. Usually this is one of those times, I'd be digging into my 4th taco by now.

Edit: Thanks for listening. I really don't *need* anything. Just someone to listen for a minute. Even amazing hubby is being all solicitous today. I realize it's because I bit his head off earlier, but JUST STOP IT. *laughing*

Hugs and I get it, you are not crazy.

Thanks. Are you sure I'm not crazy? I'm starting to question it today. *laughing*

The few hours with girlfriends helped. Nothing like getting 8 of us together, we always have a great time. I realize how little all this crap means sometimes. I feel better. Still like I got up on the wrong side of the bed, but better :) xoxo

So...... should I paint my Harley silver with red and black trim...... or red with black and silver trim......????

frisco

Silver with red and black trim. Red is good. Too much red is....too much.

Seriously? THIS is what you ask?

Come on, Mr. Cool Style Dude... you know too much red is bad... silver with red and black. Duh.

Was just tryin to lighten it up !!! 

Did I get a smile ????

frisco

LOL... you are WAY too much like my husband. I was being a smart ass. ;) Yes, you made me smile. Mainly because my husband does the same type of stuff... he looks scared and asks something totally unrelated.

I agree with Mom.  Too much red is flashy, but makes a nice high-light.

San Francisco colors, Red and Gold. The team of the 80s just may become the team of the teens!