I woke up to a text message about how I'm making somebody in my life whom I love dearly miserable and depressed... I know that I frustrate her to no end, but that's not my intention. We probably are too alike which in my experience makes it more difficult to get along. I promised to try harder... I hope that is enough.
Then a friend messages me that she is in need, and while I help her as much as I can, it's not enough... she needs more help that I cannot provide.
I went to work out. Did my cardio (a treadmill workout of walking and running) and then a lower body workout with Sean. Actually I think this went okay.
But now it's gloomy and raining and all I want to do is cry and go back to bed... which is actually a better option than eating. Maybe this is an "aha" moment... emotional eating is part of the reason why I am so big.
I know I'll get through it -- ride out the day. One of my friends and I are supposed to get together tonight which should be fun. But for now, I think I'll take that nap...
Have a nice weekend!