I Had a Bad Day

 

Yes, yesterday was one of THOSE days. One of those days when you wake up and immediately feel like crap. Not sick-day crap. Just CRAP. Nothing looks right, bad hair day, make up doesn't look the way it usually does, you swear you see love handles over your pants (even though yesterday with the same pants it was fine), shirt is too tight, suddenly breakout all over your face... just one of THOSE days. 

Now, I should note-- it's THAT time of the month where THOSE days are to be expected... but, still.

My alarm went off at 5am and I KNEW I wasn't going to get up. In fact, the night before I caught myself thinking "if I'm too sore tomorrow i'm not going to the gym in the morning". When I think that-- I KNOW nothing good is going to come next.

 

So, I snoozed it and slept in. Not the end of the world. I was, in fact, VERY, VERY, VERY sore. VERY. I decided I wouldn't even workout after work-- that I'd take my rest day Wednesday. No biggie.

Yet... somehow, it still quickly became one of THOSE days.

Nothing fit right. I couldn't get my hair to cooperate. I was running late. Spilled coffee. The full deal.

But, alas-- I did get to work in one piece eventually. Only to come face to face almost immediately with someone who brought in doughnuts. OF COURSE. I COULD HAVE resisted. I know this. I COULD HAVE just said "No thanks!" and went about and had my still yummy but SO much healthier Greek yogurt. But, did I? Ha. Not even close.

1 doughnut down.

Then, I had a work thing come up that made me work through lunch and before I knew it it was 12:45pm and I teach a class from 1-2:15pm. DANGER.

Rational Meagan could have grabbed one of the emergency Luna or FiberOne bars I keep in my desk on the way to class. But, did I? Ha (again). Not even close.

See, since today was the last day of class (minus the final), I brought in mini cupcakes and mini brownies FOR MY CLASS. Yeaaaah.

About that. By the time class was over I ate 3 mini cupcakes and 2 mini brownies. Yup.

I honestly don't even know how it happened. I don't even remember my hand continuing to go for all that chocolaty goodness. I just know I was SO HUNGRY (turns out a doughnut at 8:30am will not hold you over til 1:30pm. Shocking, I know.) and it was there.

By the end of class my stomach was revolting. SO MUCH SUGAR. I felt nauseous and SO GROSS.

And yet.... still hungry. Awesome.

LUCKILY, I brought a salad to work that so I figured eating some greens might help balance things out.

So, you'd think by this point in the day I would have realized how much CRAP I had eaten all day and call it quits on the sugar for the rest of the night, right? Ha (again). WRONG.

I got home and did some errands around the house and by the time I sat down for dinner it was close to 7. I had a decent dinner-- brown rice and some sausage (aka- random left overs). But, by 7:45pm I was back in the kitchen. Not because I was hungry. I wasn't. But, I was BORED. And all I could think about was COOKIE DOUGH. WHY???? I have no idea.

 

Now, we don't just keep cookie dough in the house so most people would just think "Oh! I'm shit outta luck. No cookie dough for me." I'm not most people.

I MADE myself a small (really, it was small. I promise!) bowl of cookie dough by just throwing together some flour, sugar, brown sugar, egg white, butter, salt and chocolate chips.

Half way through the bowl I literally heard myself thinking "STOP EATING MEAGAN. Your tummy is already yelling. TOO MUCH SUGAR TODAY. You KNOW better. PUT THE BOWL DOWN." Did I? Ha (again). I mean, you know me better than that by this point in the story, right?

Needless to say, I did not put the bowl down. I finished it. And felt sick. And grumpy.  So, what's the point of all this rambling? Good question. I had a bad day. I continued to make poor choices ALL DAY. I let the day staring crappy dictate my entire day. I knew better. I didn't care. It was simply a bad day. But, ya know what? It was one day. It was one crappy day, sure. But, it was ONE day. One lone bad day. Today is a new day with a whole new chance to be a great, amazing day. One bad day doesn't have to lead to another bad day or a bad week or a bad month. One bad day will not ruin the good day before it or negate the good day after it. No one has no bad days.  Sometimes, especially in the blogging world, I think there's SO MUCH PRESSURE to be "perfect" all the time. To never had bad days. To never not care.  Screw that. I am not perfect. I could not be farther from perfect. I have bad days. More than every once in a while. I have good days. I have days where I just don't care and I eat like total crap. I have days where I DO care and still eat like total crap. I have days where I eat pretty good. I have days of every size, shape, and color. I am not perfect and I never will be.

It is what it is. And, I am 100% ok with that.