I hate Mondays. I just do. It's all that much worse when I feel bad and I do feel bad. At this point, I'm just going to try to make it to lunch. A lot of you asked why I wasn't getting the surgery sooner. Well, my husband has this huge national meeting for his job and he's giving a couple of presentations. So, it's not something he could easily postpone or reschedule. So me and my gallbladder will have to find a way to live together another week. Yippee.
I had 2 goals yesterday. One to rest and the other not to throw up. I met one of those goals anyway. I tried to walk a little and it didn't work out. I took the girls to their party and had to leave considering I was in a lot of pain. Oh well. Daddy picked them up for me. At least my Cowboys won and looked like an actual football team again. Thank goodness.
Tonight my son has a football game at 5:30pm and Boy Scouts Court of Honor at 7pm. It's gonna be a busy week with Daddy gone. My BFF is coming to town next weekend to hang out and bring me some clothes that don't fit her anymore. She's lost about 20 pounds now. That gives me something to look forward to.
I hope all of you are staying on track and working out. I had to cancel with my trainer today as I'm pretty sure I'd be puking if I tried to do 1/2 our usual workout. So instead, home for me at lunch and a nap if I'm lucky. At this point I'm sick of food. I ate toast, crackers and soup yesterday. That was it. Oh, and sprite. Not a very well rounded diet.
Oh, and I didn't post twice yesterday. I was in bed all day and I forgot. So, I guess I screwed up that challenge. Sorry, Allan.
Everyone post something uplifting and let me know how well things are going for you. I'll live vicariously through you for now. Have a good Monday!