set fire to the rain.

I didn't workout Thursday (that's a lie, I did an hour of Pilates) or Friday, or today.

As if that wasn't bad enough, I went totally menstrual and I ate everrrrything. Between not exercising, and the poor food choices, and the bloat, I was expecting bad news from the scale. As of this afternoon: staying steady at 274.5.

The reason I mention this at all is so I can calm my internal panic mechanism that has been going CRAZY thinking that if I don't workout ONE DAY I'll gain 100 pounds. Or if I eat five McDonald's fries, it's going to undo the last two months.

I literally counted out 5 fries. Tant pis pour moi.

The truth is, I miss working out. I wish I had more time for it this weekend. But the stresses of my life reached critical mass and I had to make some sacrifices, and since sleep, work, and school are absolute necessities I was left with few trimmings.

I was so crunched for time yesterday, I forgot to stay hydrated. At the end of the day, I had a tingling in my face and hands that was so bad I thought I was going crazy. While waiting for my friendly Walgreens pharmacist to refill my scrip the tingling migrated to my feet and I would have paid a stranger to cut off my hands and feet just to end the pain.


Lessons learned from this weekend:
1. It's okay not to exercise every day. The world isn't ending, JUST DON'T MAKE IT A HABIT.
2. Five McDonald's fries are alright. Eight is probably okay too.
3. Water is your friend. It's calm and patient, it will be there whenever you need it. Let's be honest, you will ALWAYS need it.
4. Life on Diamox is better if you stay consistent! Two in the morning, three at night. No cheating! Because let's be real, IT'S TOTALLY WORTH IT when your neurologist says your eyes look "almost perfect."
5. Shit is going to hit the fan. And you just have to roll with it.