I left work on Friday after working almost eleven hours straight and decided that I wouldn't log into my email on the weekend like I said I would to finish off a few things, because:
- I knew it would not be "just a few things."
- I knew that if I did, I would have no weekend left to speak of. And I need my weekends.
And the line I remembered most was: "It will be alright in the end. And if it's not alright, it's not the end."
So, I woke up on Sunday morning after a very long sleep. I did a workout, knitted some more, took Rascal out for a walk, and made some ginger beef for dinner. I wore comfy clothes all day. I plucked my eyebrows. And, as I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that, if I can lose 56 pounds in seven months, then I can do this.
It's not the end. Not by a long shot. I will not allow this week to descend into darkness.
Wish me luck.
Image from The Daily Corgi. Yes, there is such a site.