I hate not being able to sleep. Usually I can sleep through anything. But lately, whether it's the antidepressent causing it or something else, I will have nights where I fall asleep briefly, then wake up and can't fall back to sleep. I started to detail my fitful night last night, but then realized it's completely asinine and boring. The highlight is that I ate ice cream and two WW cakes at 4:30 a.m., because I was angry. Stupid, emotional eating. I was mad that I was awake and knew the morning was coming too fast.
And it was a rough morning, at that. I had no patience with the kids. And then I get to work and have a bunch of crap to deal with.
So at lunch I engaged in some retail therapy. I got a ton of clothes at Dillards, all marked down at least 50%. A pair of Pendleton slacks that were $144, I got for $36. The same for a Pendleton skirt. A lot of Ralph Lauren tops. I didn't even count how many tops and sweaters I got. I tried on a ton of stuff (the pants & skirt are 8s and the tops are mostly Mediums; a couple of Smalls fit) and even some really cute dresses that weren't on sale and I didn't buy, but it was fun to try them on. I need a fancy event to go to so I have an excuse to buy a fancy dress.
I felt better in the dressing room, with size 6s and 8s all around me and most things looking good on me. I still hate my muffin top, but my body is a work in progress. Eventually my waist will come back.
I got in 3.25 miles last night in 35 minutes, in two segments. 1.85 miles while Sophie had swim class, and 1.4 miles after her class was over while both the kids were in the gym's day care. I alternated running hard (9:30 for .2 and .3 miles at a time) with running slower and walking fast. I like mixing it up like that for short runs. It burns more calories (according to the treadmill) and makes the run go faster.
My right hamstring was feeling tight this morning, and I'm hoping it's not an injury developing. I'll run again this afternoon and pay attention to how it feels.
And I'm going to bed earlier, falling asleep in my bed instead of the recliner, and asking DH to watch his TV programs in the family room if it's past 10 p.m. I need my beauty sleep.