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I was thinking about how bad today was going to suck. I was thinking about how badly I wished I could call into work, spend the morning sleeping in, get back to some sense of normalcy.

Everything about this weekend threw me off. Here's how it started:

Friday night I couldn't sleep and I ended up spending the night on the couch. I don't know what's going on with my sleep these days, but it's all kinds of suck. I woke Saturday morning afternoon, had a sushi lunch, then jumped in the car for two hours of highway driving. From the moment we walked through the door at my parents' house, we were inundated with food. OM NOM NOM. I convinced boyfriend at the last minute to join me to visit my parents this weekend and he was kind of grumpy about it but I didn't want to push the issue. Within an hour, he was voluntarily voicing his displeasure. No worries, it was humorous. He said one of the main reasons he didn't want to come was because my parents' food makes him fat. I laughed, of course, and then reminded him that I grew up with MY parents and TWO grandmothers. It's no wonder I've been fat all my life.

I could talk about the food but it will just make me hungry, so we're going to skip it after this one comment: it was delicious and there was a lot of it.

Couple our sharp increase in food intake with no exercise and a really poor night of sleep (my doggy has no sense of "personal space") and it was a recipe for BLAH. We had to make the two-hour drive back home on a full stomach and it was 120 miles of BLAHHHHH. We left my parents' house early with every intention of making it home in time to still go to the gym, but as soon as we unloaded the car my desire to exercise went out the window. Thankfully, boyfriend has a really strong sense of duty. REALLY STRONG. He said he was going to the gym with or without me, and of course I couldn't stand knowing that he was burning calories as I sat motionless at my computer.

The first 15 minutes at the gym were all kinds of suck. I felt fat and slow and I just wanted my heart to stop racing so hard (it never did). But the tail end of my workout was phenomenal, so much that I was excited to run the 1.5 miles back home (which was also great, by the way). When I came home I was SO SO SO glad I went to the gym. If I had it my way, I would have spent the night suffering out my overindulgence on the couch, whining about all the foods I knew I shouldn't have eaten. Thankfully, I have the bestest gym buddy ever who made me realize that the best cure for overeating is to sweat it out.

Sure, it's Monday. I thought today was going to suck. I woke up with a raging case of nausea, debated calling into work sick, and then realized I was up early enough that it was possible to sneak in a nap and still make it to work on time. Yeah, I totally power napped this morning. Let me tell you something: Mondays are much better if you start out with a power nap. PLUSSSS, omg you guys, I went to Sam's Club yesterday and discovered the coffee section. I bought a bottle of sugar free vanilla coffee syrup for $4 so that I can make my own iced coffees instead of handing over $2.64 to McDonald's every time I'm in the mood for a beverage.

Thanks for the suggestion, McD's. I BELIEVE I WILL.

So happy Monday. I'm anticipating a slow day at work filled with Desperate Housewives and loads of sugar free vanilla iced coffee. And a serious case of the warm-and-fuzzies knowing that I went to the gym last night even though that's exactly the opposite of what I really wanted to do. I'M A GOD DAMN ROCK STAR.