One of those days . . .

There are somedays, that no matter how well they seem to be going, just take a left turn and careen out of control. You feel yourself spiralling down the hole wondering how to stop yourself before you hit the bottom. Whether you can't brush off a comment that has been made, get dumped on at work, or let down by a friend, you watch the bottom fall away and the slide begins.

And then tomorrow comes. You pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and crawl up out of the hole. Sitting down there wallowing isn't going to may you feel any better. And so the climb begins.

Now, tomorrow or the next day, I may report that this was all PMS and all is well with the world. Wouldn't that just suck? Wouldn't it suck to know that all the doom in gloom was just an average crappy day interpretted by hormones!?! Or maybe it's worst to think that things are just as crappy as I perceieve them to be today? Hmm . . .

Well, in either case, I need to get off my butt, and crawl out of head and move on.

Daily Breakdown:
Juices Consumed:  Naked Red Machine; Naked Green Machine; Naked Blue Machine (I wasn't home long enough to make my own!)
Weight Loss:  1 lb (Juice Feast Total: 9 lbs)
Bodily Functions:  Urinating is back to normal. No more waking up in the middle of the night. Pooing, minimally, very minimally.
Exercise: Didn't make it to the gym -- and did way too much mental gymnastics.