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We made it to the gym again on Thursday for the 2nd time this week. We're on the right road to getting back in the habit of going. I was not feeling up for too much cardio so I only did 15 minutes on the treadmill. After that I wen to the Ladies Fitness area and did one full circuit of weights and cardio. I upped the weights to a challenging level and giggled at the ladies in there gossiping. Overall I felt better when I left than I did when I got there. I accomplished something.
Working out sometimes does something to my hormone balance. In a bad way. Usually by the time I get home I am usually on the edge of good mood or bad mood and it usually is teetering on the bad mood side. I cannot help it but I am learning to control it. If I am careful, I can most of the time keep it from turning into full on psychopathic anger but it takes the cooperation of everyone in the house. Namely don't bombard me when I walk in the door, don't mouth off to me and give me some space until it levels out. It doesn't take long for me to become human again.
Thursday when we got home we were both tired as hell and my mood was heading more towards bad than good and I was struggling to control it. Stephanie was cooking dinner and we were starving. I'm not sure how it happened, but the decision was made that nobody wanted what she was cooking and it was taking too long, even though it was almost done. So after 10 minutes of back and forth about it, I chunked some money at Zerolove and pretty much said do whatever you want, if you want pizza go get pizza, just feed me I'm hungry and then leave me alone.
Well, Zerolove is never one to turn down a pizza so that's what he went and got. And cheese bread. And buffalo kickers. And we sat down and ate, between the 5 of us and 2 dogs, 2 large pizzas, bread, and kickers. We did not even think about it while we were eating, we just ate. When we were done we looked at each other and said "well that was stupid."
Friday morning we both got up sore from the great work out and bloated and nasty feeling from the so so pizza. We discussed it on the way to work and admitted that we failed each other on that decision. There was no reason for us to eat out, especially pizza and we did it, because we could.
Working out sometimes does something to my hormone balance. In a bad way. Usually by the time I get home I am usually on the edge of good mood or bad mood and it usually is teetering on the bad mood side. I cannot help it but I am learning to control it. If I am careful, I can most of the time keep it from turning into full on psychopathic anger but it takes the cooperation of everyone in the house. Namely don't bombard me when I walk in the door, don't mouth off to me and give me some space until it levels out. It doesn't take long for me to become human again.
Thursday when we got home we were both tired as hell and my mood was heading more towards bad than good and I was struggling to control it. Stephanie was cooking dinner and we were starving. I'm not sure how it happened, but the decision was made that nobody wanted what she was cooking and it was taking too long, even though it was almost done. So after 10 minutes of back and forth about it, I chunked some money at Zerolove and pretty much said do whatever you want, if you want pizza go get pizza, just feed me I'm hungry and then leave me alone.
Well, Zerolove is never one to turn down a pizza so that's what he went and got. And cheese bread. And buffalo kickers. And we sat down and ate, between the 5 of us and 2 dogs, 2 large pizzas, bread, and kickers. We did not even think about it while we were eating, we just ate. When we were done we looked at each other and said "well that was stupid."
Friday morning we both got up sore from the great work out and bloated and nasty feeling from the so so pizza. We discussed it on the way to work and admitted that we failed each other on that decision. There was no reason for us to eat out, especially pizza and we did it, because we could.
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