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My Life Thus Far
2006-02-23 03:23:23 (UTC)

A Bad Influence

I've concluded that as much as I know my husband loves me,
he is a bad influence on me. After work today (the time I
usually spend at the gym), I went with Snookums to Red
Robin and had an oreo cookie milkshake, chicken strips and
french fries with ranch and barbecue sauce and mozzarella
sticks. If he hadn't talked me into it, I'd never have
eaten that. I know in the long run, it doesn't really
matter, but now this means I'll only get 2 days at the gym
this week. This makes me sad, because I genuinely like
going to the gym and the sense of accomplishment I feel
when I walk out after a good workout is so rewarding and
I've been prevented from feeling it for almost a week,
now. I'm definitely going tomorrow. Come hell or high
water. The longer the gap of time between workouts, the
more likely an inevitable backslide into bad habits will
occur. My new lifestyle is very important to me. I want to
keep my sense of validity when I consider myself a clean-
living person and I can't when I'm eating hydrogenated
oils, fried foods and overly processed restaurant fare. I
know once in awhile won't kill me, but Snookums would eat
out every day if I let him.

I took Tylenol PM last night and this morning I felt like
my head was stuck in a fog bank. It wasn't until after 9am
that the fog lifted and I was able to function more
easily. I hate the after effect of sleeping aids, but as
much as I'd like to pretent I'm 100%, the fact remains
that I'm not and until I am, I need help getting through
the day and night. During the day, I'm taking the Tylenol
Rapid Release tabs. They are suppose to instantly release
into your stomach as soon as you swollow them, because of
tiny holes that are engineered into the tablet. They
helped a little, but nowhere near as well as Vicodin. But,
I must not let myself get hooked on that stuff. I've still
got an entire bottle of it in the medicine cabinet, but
I'm weaning myself before I get dependant on it. I think
this is a wise move.

I've vowed that I'm going to try to take better care of
myself, so I'm going to take a shower and rest in bed.
Even, though it's only 7:15pm. My children are fed and
asleep (I know, I'm lucky) and my housework is done. The
night is my own. Ciao until tomorrow.




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