Bad Mood.

I'm not even sure why.  Nothing happened.  Grrr.

Work has been crazy busy lately.  It's possible that's getting on my nerves, but that aint anything new.

Could be PMS.  Could be that I'm just a snot.  Could be.

I have a slight lower back pain that's kind of embarassing, which is why I haven't mentioned it.  It's easing up now.  Maybe that was part of it.

In any case, I was not in the mood to go to Boot Camp tonight.  In fact, I had already made up my mind to skip it & take today as a rest day.

Class started at 7.  At 6:52, I was still on my couch.  In full rage mode. Yeah, proly the stupid PMS.  This is the week for it.

At 6:52, I decided that if I didn't go, I'd feel like a loser slob who spends her time on the couch, regretting that she hadn't gone when she could've gone & gotten it over with.

No one ever regrets getting in a workout.

As usual, I was running late.  As usual, I forgot to bring my HRM with me.  It probably wouldn't have mattered, with how I was feeling.

I was still in no mood.  I got to hit things tonight, which helped a bit.  What didn't help is that I practically tore this poor guy's head off for no reason.  He didn't even say anything out of line, it was just the seed that tipped the scale.

I felt like a jerk immediately after, and I apologized to him.  He was good about it, he's the kind of guy that lets stupid shit slide off his back and then is over it.  I need to be more like that.

I could barely muster a smile.

I'm surprised I even took a pic.  I look like a hot mess.  Or I just smoked something illegal.  Shrug.

More back & upper body today.  My back, bis & tris were already sore from yesterday.  Today will make them want to scream.  Lots of pushups, pull ups, reverse flys, punching bags, and more stuff.

I talked to a good buddy of mine, and he talked me out of my bad mood.  Or down from it, as the case may be.  Thanks, man!

I'll be better tomorrow.  I'm already feeling better as it is.  I just need to get over myself and realize a few things.  Like how a lot of people would kill to be "only" 19 pounds from goal weight.  Or that they would love to be able to workout the way I do.  Or that they would love to have arm muscles and back muscles like mine.

I'm doing pretty good - I just need to remember to keep my eyes on the prize.  It's within shooting distance.  It's right there.

Tomorrow was supposed to be a rest day, but if the weather isn't too bad, I think I'll hit yoga.  I could use the meditation and the calming effect.

Sorry about the Debbie Downer nonsense.  Chin up.