I am retaining so much water, even my eyes were puffy this morning. Seriously, I can't remember the last time I gained 3 pounds in one day, but there it is.
Yesterday was a perfect storm of crappiness. And how did I cope? I ate like a mad woman. Emotional eating is still such a struggle; it probably always will be.
So the perfect storm was (a) mid-cycle moodiness (I seem to get just as PMS'y and bloated when I ovulate as I do right before TTOM, and sometimes it's worse); (b) a low pressure system went through fast and hard yesterday, bringing my mood down along with the barometer; and (c) Luke had a low grade fever when he should have been napping, so I didn't get to go to the gym to workout.
I was so emotional that Sunday morning during Sunday School, I cried during the video lesson (it was very powerful, but still) and then cried again during church when we were honoring our Veterans. It was all I could do to keep from blubbering all over myself.
I was hoping to salvage things somewhat with a workout at the gym, where I'd take Luke to the Kids Club while Mark and Sophie were on their "date" at Fired Up (a paint your own pottery studio). When he woke up crying after just an hour into his nap, I went in to check on him and his head and belly were hot. So I gave him Tylenol and cuddled him on my lap for the rest of the afternoon. He was fine last night, and okay this morning, so I'm not sure what it was. But it kept me out of the gym when I'd planned to go, and by evening I had nothing left to give and so I stuffed my face instead.
School's closed because of Veterans Day, so Sophie's with me at the office. I can't do my normal afternoon run outside since she's with me, but as God is my witness I'm running at the gym today. She has swim lessons at 5, so I'll park the kids at Kids Club and do some time on the treadmill. I'm still feeling crappy and deflated, but I'm going to fight to not fill up the emptiness with food.
I'll get through it. Tomorrow is another day.